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The class gathered in the open plaza of Ground Beta, the afternoon sun warming the cracked pavement. All Might held up the white box labeled "LOTS" with a wide grin.
"ALRIGHT, YOUNG HEROES! TEAMS AND ROLES DRAWN BY LOT!"
One by one the slips came out.
Midoriya and Uraraka – heroes versus Bakugo and Iida – villains.
Todoroki and Shoji – heroes versus Ojiro and Hagakure – villains.
Kirishima and Sato – heroes versus Cid and Jiro – villains.
All Might clapped his hands. "FIRST MATCH—MIDORIYA AND URARAKA VERSUS BAKUGO AND IIDA!"
The class crowded around the monitor bank. Explosions rocked the feed as Uraraka floated debris and Midoriya pushed through with a broken arm. The heroes scraped a narrow win. The second match ended even faster—Todoroki froze half the building solid in seconds, Shoji's extra arms scouting every corner. Ojiro and Hagakure were captured before they could mount a real defense.
All Might's voice boomed again. "NEXT UP—KIRISHIMA AND SATO AS HEROES VERSUS CID AND JIRO AS VILLAINS! VILLAINS, HEAD INSIDE AND GUARD THE WEAPON ON THE TOP FLOOR. FIVE MINUTES TO PREPARE!"
Cid and Jiro stepped into the quiet building together. The mock nuclear weapon sat on the top floor like an oversized silver prop. Jiro pressed an earjack to the wall, listening for vibrations.
"Kirishima and Sato are coming from the east entrance. Want to set an ambush?" she asked.
Cid leaned against the wall, hands tucked in his pockets. A small, lazy smile tugged at his mouth. *Might as well have a little fun and actually play the villain for once.* "Nah, I got this."
When the five minutes ended, the heroes burst through the east door—Kirishima hardened and charged with a loud "Manly!" yell, Sato already bulked up on sugar, muscles rippling.
Cid didn't wait in hiding. He started walking down the long hallway toward them, slow and deliberate. The faint breeze slipping through a cracked window caught his black and gold cloak, making the black fabric flare out smoothly behind him. He angled his steps so only his visible eye caught the light, giving the whole walk an unintentionally intimidating edge.
"Where do you think you're going… heroes?" His voice carried down the corridor, calm and almost bored, but with a slight edge.
Kirishima's charge faltered mid-stride. Sato froze. Both heroes broke into an instant sweat, the sudden oppressive weight of the moment pressing down on them. Cid kept walking at that same unhurried pace, cloak still billowing gently. The hallway seemed to stretch longer under the quiet pressure.
Kirishima swallowed hard, voice cracking slightly. "We're… here for the weapon, villains…"
Cid tilted his head a fraction, visible eye half-lidded. "That so?"
The two heroes actually took a half-step back before catching themselves, palms sweaty, breathing faster. Jiro, watching from the doorway a few paces behind, had to press a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
Cid stopped ten feet away, cloak settling around him like a shadow. No dramatic gesture. No extra words. Just a single calm thought.
Kirishima and Sato collapsed inward instantly—shrinking from full size down to two inches tall in the blink of an eye. They landed on the floor with twin soft *clinks*, tiny hardened fists waving in silent panic, Sato sitting stunned at how easily they had lost.
Cid bent down without hurry, scooped them gently into his open palms—one in each hand—and lifted them to eye level.
"Surrender?"
The tiny heroes nodded so frantically their heads blurred.
All Might's voice crackled over the speakers. "VILLAINS WIN!"
Jiro finally let her laugh escape, wiping away tears. She punched Cid lightly on the arm. "That was kinda mean. And way more dramatic than it needed to be. You didn't even have to move fast."
Cid expanded the two heroes back to normal size with another lazy thought. Kirishima and Sato stumbled a bit, still looking dazed and sweaty. "Worked," he said with a simple shrug.
The rest of the class stared from the monitors. Mina whispered loudly, "He's scary good…" Momo nodded thoughtfully, eyes sparkling with quiet interest. Even Bakugo's scowl deepened, arms crossed tighter than before.
All Might threw his head back and laughed heartily. "EXCELLENT WORK, YOUNG KAGENO AND YOUNG JIRO! NEXT MATCH!"
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**The next morning**
Class 1-A filed into the classroom with the low buzz of leftover excitement from yesterday's training. Cid slouched into his usual seat by the window, arms folded, visible eye half-lidded as he stared out at the training grounds. The rest of the class settled in, still trading quiet comments about the matches—Bakugo's explosions, Todoroki's ice, and the way Cid had somehow made two heroes sweat just by walking.
Aizawa slid the door open exactly on time, sleeping bag slung over one shoulder, looking as exhausted as ever. He didn't bother sitting down.
"Battle training yesterday," he said flatly. "Overall, sloppy. Too much raw power, not enough coordination. Midoriya—stop breaking your own body. Bakugo—tone down the ego if you want to work with a team. Kageno…"
The class turned toward the back row. Cid straightened a fraction, visible eye meeting Aizawa's gaze.
"Your Quirk is versatile. Efficiency is fine, but heroes don't always get the luxury of standing still. Remember that."
Cid gave a lazy nod. "Got it."
Aizawa zipped halfway into his sleeping bag and dropped to the floor with a soft thud, eyes already closing. "That's all for feedback. Now, onto actual business. You need a class president. Someone to handle paperwork, organize events, and represent 1-A. I don't care how you choose—just get it done and don't bother me with the details." He promptly dropped fully into the sleeping bag and zipped himself up.
The room erupted, everyone trying to argue why they would be the best choice.
Iida cleared his throat, engines humming. "Very well! Since enthusiasm is high, we should conduct a proper vote—one vote each!" Even though he was the one with his hand raised the highest.
Cid stayed slouched, watching the chaos with mild amusement. A few glances flicked his way—Mina, Momo, Toru, and Jiro all looking thoughtful, like they were considering writing his name down.
He sighed through his nose and spoke up. "If anyone votes for me, I'm just going to hand the position straight to Mineta."
The girls froze mid-motion. Mina's pencil stopped halfway to the paper. Momo's hand stopped instantly. Toru's floating gloves twitched. Jiro's earjacks stiffened. All four quickly erased whatever they'd started writing.
Mineta, sitting in the front row, perked up with a hopeful grin—until the collective death glares from every girl in the room hit him like a wave. He sank back down immediately.
Slips of paper passed around. Cid scribbled a random name—Momo—and passed his forward without much thought. When the tally went up on the board, Iida had the most votes, beaming with pride as he adjusted his glasses.
"I accept this great responsibility with honor!"
Yaoyorozu received the second-highest count and was named vice president with a polite nod. Cid slouched deeper into his seat, relieved he'd dodged that bullet.
Aizawa unzipped one eye visible from his sleeping bag. "Settled. Math class starts in five minutes. Try not to make me regret not expelling anyone."