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Seven votes for Itachi Yaoyorozu, four for me, and three for Yu Takeyama," she announced. Ryuko smiled warmly. " Yaoyorozu-kun is our Class Representative, and I'll be the Vice Representative."
Itachi let out a quiet sigh. Great, he thought. Now even more attention.
Keigo shot him a playful grin from across the room. "Looks like you're stuck with it, bro."
Itachi's eyes shifted toward Yu Takeyama, catching the brief flash of annoyance in her expression. He sighed inwardly again before speaking up. "Takeyama-san," he called out, his voice calm. "Would you prefer to be the Class Representative?"
The entire class turned to Yu, surprised by Itachi's offer. She blinked in confusion, as if not sure she'd heard him right. "What did you just say?" she asked, her voice uncertain.
"I'm asking if you'd like to take the position," Itachi repeated evenly, his tone giving nothing away.
Ryuko frowned slightly. "But the majority voted for you, Yaoyorozu-kun."
Itachi gave her a small nod. "I understand, but I'm not interested in the attention that comes with being Class Rep. It's too much of a distraction."
Keigo smirked knowingly. "You'll never change, huh?"
Itachi gave a small smile, turning back to Yu. "So, Takeyama-san, would you like to take this opportunity?"
Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, her pride flaring. "I don't want it handed to me," she said sharply. "If I'm going to be Class Representative, I'll earn it myself. Don't think I need your sympathy."
Itachi held her gaze for a moment before nodding. "Understood. But thank you for considering it."
Yu crossed her arms, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks as she muttered, "Thanks for the offer, though."
Ryuko clapped her hands together, breaking the slight tension. "Well then, it's settled. Itachi Yaoyorozu is our Class Representative!"
Itachi gave a small nod of acknowledgment, his expression calm and composed as usual. "Thanks," he said softly, though he couldn't shake the feeling that this role would only make things more complicated for him.
Five days later, the air in the classroom buzzed with excitement. Everyone had been anticipating this moment—the day they would choose their hero names. The door slid open with a soft creak, and in sauntered Midnight, her presence commanding the attention of the entire class.
"Good morning, darlings," she purred, her voice a velvety tease as she leaned casually against the front of the desk. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and a knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Today... we're going to decide something very special. Your hero names."
The students shifted in their seats, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Midnight let her words hang in the air for a moment, her gaze slowly sweeping across the room, savoring the tension. "Choosing a hero name is no small task," she continued, her tone oozing with seductive authority. "It defines you. It's the name that will echo through history, the name villains will fear… and the one your allies will trust. So, make it count."
She walked down the aisle, her steps deliberate and slow, letting her presence settle over them like a silken veil. The students could feel her intensity, the weight of her words sinking in.
Rumi was the first to step up, her voice confident as she declared her name: "Mirko. Because I'm always the first one to rush in, kicking my way through any obstacle." Midnight nodded approvingly, a smirk playing on her lips.
Next was Ryuko. "Ryukyu. A name that reflects the might of a dragon, a symbol of power and protection."
As the students continued, each name revealed something personal. Anan Kurose chose Thirteen, embracing the mystery and calm she brought to situations. Tensei Iida boldly introduced himself as Ingenium, honoring the hero legacy in his family with pride. Kaoruko Awata playfully named herself Bubble Girl, laughing as she described how bubbles weren't just fun—they could trap or protect.
Moe Kamiji came next. "My name is Burning'," she said, grinning wildly. "Because I bring the heat, literally." The class chuckled, but Midnight gave her an approving look. "Fiery and passionate, just like you."
Then Masaki Mizushima stepped forward, speaking with quiet resolve. "I've chosen Manual as my hero name." Midnight seemed impressed, nodding slowly as Masaki returned to his seat.
Keigo Takami approached next, casually twirling a feather from his wings. "I'm going with Hawks," he said, flashing a grin. "It's quick, sharp, and I like the sound of it." Midnight gave him a playful wink, clearly enjoying his easygoing nature.
Midnight clapped her hands together, her nails tapping rhythmically as she did. "Lovely, lovely," she purred, her approval laced with intrigue. Then her eyes turned to Itachi, who had been silent up until now.
"And you, darling?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave, full of curious desire. "What will the world call you?"
Itachi stood, his posture calm but resolute. "Aegis," he said firmly, meeting her gaze. "A name that stands for protection—like a shield that guards against all harm."
For a moment, Midnight's gaze lingered on him, her lips curling into a slow, seductive smile. "Aegis…" she repeated, tasting the name like a fine wine. "Strong. Solid. Protective. I like it." Her eyes sparkled as she approved the name with a sultry wink, sending a shiver down Itachi's spine. "You all have made your choices," she said, turning back to the class, her voice like a low, tantalizing hum. "Names that will define your legacy. Let's see if you can live up to them."
The class exhaled in unison as Midnight glided out of the room, leaving behind an air of mystery and excitement. The students, now with their new identities, couldn't help but feel the weight—and thrill—of what lay ahead.
Time skip for 6 months.
After the exams, UA High was gearing up for the Sports Festival. The excitement was palpable in Class 1-A, with everyone buzzing about the upcoming event. As they sat in the classroom, the conversation quickly turned toward preparation.
Rumi, ever the bold one, leaned forward in her seat. "Hey guys, you know the Sports Festival is coming up, right? So, Class Rep," she said, turning to Itachi Yaoyorozu, "what's the plan? Any ideas?"
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