Class President?

A day passed. And a new day arrives. Time to go to school.

As I got into the classroom, as always I get these uncomfortable stares. They all chatted with each other, I laughed inwardly at my loneliness.

Aizawa came inside the classroom and everyone immediately shut their mouths and paid attention. Seems like they already learned of Aizawa's terror.... something I've experienced for years...

"Ok... today everyone needs to elect the class president. If you can't decide now, I need your decisions tomorrow. I'm gonna lay down here and sleep."

Everyone stared at me again. Knowing what they're all thinking I spoke my thoughts.

"Relax, I have no intentions in becoming class president. I don't have leadership skills anyway. You guys can go wild and choose who you want."

Everyone sighed in relief, maybe starting to see that I'm not a power hungry bastard that the media has been saying about me.

As usual, we had classes. Pro heroes went to our classroom and taught us lessons, like how procedures should go when rescuing people in different scenarios, like for example do's and don'ts saving someone stuck under rubble.

When classes end however they started to bicker with each other, each wanting to become the class president except for a select few. They stopped when the next teacher came in to lecture us more about hero stuff.

The bell rang, it's lunch time. The hallways immediately flooded to the brim with students. I had no problem and flew to the end and got first in line. Some of the students who recognized me wanted to rush out towards me, but they had second thoughts and gave up. My guess is that either they don't want to lose their position in the line or that they don't want to cause trouble in the canteen and be banned forever by Lunch Rush, the cooking hero. Heh, at least they can think rationally when it comes to food, Lunch Rush's cooking is incredibly good after all.

Well everything settled down soon after when the students all got their food. I just floated above everyone and ate my katsudon in peace. From the looks of everyone who saw me and from their thoughts that I can hear, they think that I'm floating above them as a declaration that I'm above everyone else metaphorically. Well literally that's true but metaphorically? Hell no. There are alot of people that I can't and must never fight against. For example is Aizawa, his erase quirk can disable my psychic quirk. That's how he's been giving me his scolding while I can't do anything to fight back.... it's safe to say I'm traumatized.

"Oiiii!!!! Mikami-san!!"

Hmm? I looked down and saw Izuku waving at me. Iida and Uraraka has nervous expressions. Curious of what Izuku wants from me I landed next to them.

"Sup. What do you need?"

"Eat with us! Look there's a vacant table right there. Well, if it doesn't bother you."

"Ok... I don't mind."

We went to the vacant table and sat down. We at and had a quiet meal until Iida broke our silence.

"Mikami-san... if it doesn't bother you... can I ask something?" Iida asked with a nervous and conflicted expression.

"Shoot."

"Did you really kill all those people 12 years ago?"

"I.... Yes... I did." I said that while looking at the side. I couldn't look at him in the eye.

"Why? Those are innocents! Why did you-"

"DID YOU REALLY THINK I WANTED TO?!?!" I said that while banging the table.

"I NEVER WANTED TO KILL ALL THOSE!! MY QUIRK MANIFESTED AND WENT BERSERK! I WAS JUST FUCKING 4 YEARS OLD!!! DID YOU REALLY THINK I COULD DO ANYTHING?!?!"

I couldn't control myself from shouting and everyone in a canteen started looking at me and whispered. Iida's conflicted expression started to become more visible. Uraraka and Izuku looked at me with pity.

Having my feelings probed like this left a bad taste in my mouth and I lost my appetite. I haven't reacted like this in a long time. I don't know what came over me. I just left immediately and went straight back to our house. But before I left I told Iida something.

"Call me a demon all you want, just know that I never wanted to kill anybody."

...

The next few days have been really irritating.

Because of my sudden outburst in the canteen, rumors have started to spread. They called me new names, they called me a heretic, a hypocrite, a liar. Fuck them all.

The trio that I ate with back then kept trying to talk to me. From what Iida just asked me before I don't want to talk to them. So I've just been avoiding them. When they get a chance to corner me into a spot where I have no choice but to answer them I just turn invisible and sneak out.

I can turn invisible by controlling how light reflects and refracts around me. Of course because of that I can't see anything around me, but my spacial awareness easily solves that problem.

This continued for an entire week. I've just been avoiding anyone. Having myself reacting like that really dealt a blow to my pride. I can't bring myself to talk to anyone, except the teachers and my parents. But if they try to bring up the topic about me shouting in the cafeteria, I just avoid and and make them see that I really don't want to talk about it.

Another week passed and and Aizawa announced that today will be a rescue training in the U.S.J. Everyone was excited... including me. This day will be the first time the League of Villains attack. This might be the first time I'll be able to go wild and not hold myself back.

We donned our costumes and boarded the bus headed towards U.S.J. Having no where for me to escape, the trio found their chance to finally talk to me. But before they could utter a sound I spoke my mind.

"Save it. I'll talk, but only after classes end."

They sighed in relief and we waited until we reached a building with a giant dome for a roof.

We went inside and a massive area divided into different landscapes to simulate different scenarios of disasters.

Just then a pitch black smoke that seems to glow suddenly appeared right in the middle of the area.

Villains of every kind, different kinds of quirks appeared. 2 last figures came out of the portal. A skinny man with many hands clamping on his arms, legs, and head. And a tall buff man with navy blue skin, his head looked like a bird with his brains exposed.

I went near Aizawa and touched his shoulder.

"Permission to go wild sensei?"

"..... Granted."