The morning was clear, with the sun casting warm gold across the towering skyline of Musutafu. Takao Arashi walked calmly through the city streets, school bag slung over one shoulder, his breath controlled, steady. It was a peaceful start to the day until he reached the final corner before U.A.'s front gate.
That's when it hit.
A sudden flash of camera shutters. A wave of bodies surged toward him from both sides.
"—Hey, kid! What's your opinion on All Might's retirement rumors?"
"Is it true he's teaching at U.A. now?!"
Takao instinctively took a step back, his blue eyes narrowing. Reporters. Dozens of them.
Microphones were thrust in his face. Cameras clicked rapidly. The crowd boxed him in, each voice layering over the next like a storm of static.
'This is insane.' He thought, clenching his jaw.
He raised one hand in a calm but commanding gesture and pushed gently forward, brushing past a microphone.
"No comment." he said flatly.
"What's it like having all might teach you all."
Takao's patience wore thinner by the second. His hand twitched slightly. For a moment, the air around him shifted static prickled along the edges of the nearest reporters' sleeves and mics.
"Move." He said ignoring and pushing past the rest of the reporters trying to get to his class as soon as possible.
Takao Arashi sat near the center of the room, arms folded, a mild look of indifference on his face. His sharp blue eyes scanned the room lazily, taking in the chaos of twenty teenagers arguing about who should be in charge of the class as president and vice president.
He didn't care for the title. He had a quirk to master and didn't have time to baby sit the others.
"I believe we should decide this democratically." Tenya Iida announced, adjusting his glasses with sharp precision. "A vote will establish legitimacy and trust among our peers."
"Or we could arm wrestle for its." Kirishima suggested, grinning.
"Eh, vote's fine." Kaminari added. "As long as it's not Bakugo."
"WHAT'D YOU SAY?!" Bakugo roared from the back.
Takao glanced over, unimpressed.
Momo Yaoyorozu raised her hand. "Voting is the most appropriate method."
With a few grumbles of agreement, everyone scribbled their choices on slips of paper. Iida volunteered to tally the results, because of course he did, and then read them aloud with proud efficiency.
"Class President: Midoriya."
"Vice President: Yaoyorozu."
Takao blinked and looked over to the familiar mop of green curls across the room. Midoriya Broccoli Head, as he privately called him nearly fell out of his chair in shock.
"H-Huh?! Me?!"
"I'll be damned." Takao muttered under his breath, raising an eyebrow. Didn't think the muttering mess would land the top spot.
The cafeteria was bustling with life. Plates clattered, students laughed, and Takao tucked into his meal at a table near the back: grilled salmon, rice, and miso soup. He sat alone by preference, observing others quietly while keeping to himself.
That peace shattered as sirens blared. Red lights strobed across the walls, and an alarm echoed through the massive room.
Students froze, Then chaos erupted.
"Villains?!"
"They've breached the school!"
Takao stood slowly, finishing his last bite before grabbing his tray and walking to the window where students were crowding. He peered outside calmly, then sighed.
"Reporters, again how annoying." he muttered.
Just beyond the gate, a sea of cameras, microphones, and flashing bulbs swarmed like a pack of wolves. Security guards were trying to hold them back, but they'd clearly broken through a part of the perimeter.
"EVERYONE STAY CALM!" Iida bellowed, already sprinting toward the hallway.
But the panic was spreading. Students were pushing toward exits, whispering of villain attacks and possible school breaches. No one was listening to reason.
Takao had seen enough. He stepped away from the window, planted his tray firmly on a nearby table, and closed his eyes.
"Aspect of Zeus: Thunder."
The cafeteria's ambient noise was drowned out by the sudden, powerful crack of thunder that echoed, not from the sky, but from within the cafeteria itsself. A golden shimmer of light glowed from Takao's eyes as the sound burst out like a controlled shockwave, rattling trays and silencing every conversation.
All eyes turned to him.
Takao stood tall, faint wisps of golden energy fading around his shoulders like a dissipating storm cloud he'd simply made some noise. Not enough to harm, but more than enough to command attention.
"Relax," he said, voice steady but strong. "It's not villains. It's a bunch of reporters who broke through the front gate, you are students of UA a school for future heroes act like it."
A few students blinked.
"Reporters?" Kaminari echoed, stunned.
Takao nodded, gesturing toward the window. "Yeah. Cameras and microphones, not dangerous at all. Save the panic for something that actually deserves it."
The tension visibly drained from the room as reality sank in. Whispers replaced shouting. Someone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding.
"Who the hell just makes thunder like that?" someone muttered nearby.
Takao ignored it and returned to his seat, picking up his soup like nothing had happened.
The day eventually wound down, and the reporters were escorted off school grounds.
Heading back into class Izuku was standing at the front of the class next to Momo staring at him.
"It's time class rep let's begin." She said side eyeing him.
"Erm okay so we need to figure out who the other class offices will be, but first theirs something that I wanna say, I've thought a lot about this but Think Arashi Takao should be our class rep!." He said while looking down.
"He was able to get everyone's attention, and get us in line, so I believe he should be the one leading our class."
A few murmurs in agreement urupted through the class as they looked at Takao who all of a sudden stood up. "Yeahhh, I'm good thanks though, give it to Tenya he's more suted to it." He said with a yawn.