When I arrived at the class, the morning sun streamed through the windows of Class 1-A. A really good day and I was quite in a good mood about Nezu and my dad knowing each other. Now that that cat is out of the bag, I felt so much better.

Anyways, the sun was casting long shadows across the desks as Mr. Aizawa, ever the epitome of enthusiasm, stood at the front of the room.

Mr. Aizawa: Today, we'll be electing a class representative. This is a chance for one of you to gain extra recognition.

His voice was as dry as the eraser he was named after, and I could practically see the students mentally checking out. 

Recognition? 

Please. 

The only recognition that mattered was how much your name could move in the market. And my name? Well, let's just say it could buy more than just recognition.

As Mr. Aizawa droned on about the importance of leadership, I casually pulled out a stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills from my designer wallet. I didn't need some position to validate myself, but it would be fun to see how easily I could make them all bend.

Me: Alright, everyone. Let's make this simple. Vote for me as your class rep, and I'll make it worth your while.

The room fell silent as I held up the bills, fanning them out for emphasis. A few of my classmates stared, wide-eyed, while others looked like they were trying to figure out if I was serious. Spoiler alert: I was.

Kaminari was the first to break the silence.

Kaminari: Are you... are you actually trying to buy our votes?

Me: What can I say? I'm a firm believer in incentivizing good decisions.

Kaminari scratched his head, clearly torn between ethics and easy money. I decided to make it easier for him.

Me: Look, I get it. You want to make sure your vote counts for something meaningful. How about this? You vote for me, and not only do you get a hundred dollars, but I'll also make sure our class has the best equipment, the best resources. Anything we need, I'll provide. No questions asked.

That seemed to sway him. He nodded slowly, and I handed him a bill. Easy.

Me: Next?

A few more students quickly followed, some more eager than others. Uraraka, predictably, was not impressed.

Uraraka: That's not fair! We're supposed to vote for someone based on their merits, not their money!

Me: And what exactly are merits, Uraraka? Last I checked, this world runs on who can afford the best, not who tries the hardest. But if you're worried about fairness, how about I sweeten the deal? You vote for me, and I'll cover any expenses you have. Tuition, hero gear, whatever. No strings attached.

She hesitated, clearly conflicted. I leaned in, dropping the snark for a moment.

Me: Look, Uraraka, I get it. You're in this to help your family, right? This isn't about buying your vote. It's about making sure you can focus on being a hero without worrying about money. You can hate me for it, but I'm offering you a way out.

I could see the gears turning in her head. Finally, she sighed and nodded, albeit reluctantly.

Bakugo, however, was a different story.

Bakugo: You think you can just fucking waltz in here and buy everyone off, Deku? You're nothing without a Quirk!

Me: And you're nothing but a walking explosion bomb, a terrorist, someone who makes kids cry with an attitude problem which is close to a Pomeranians with a spiky hair that makes you look like a Dandelion, but you don't see me complaining. This isn't about quirks, Kacchan. This is about who can actually get things done. You want to be the rep? What are you going to do, blow up anyone who disagrees with you?

Bakugo growled, but before he could say anything, I held up a bill.

Me: Or... you could take the money, vote for me, and save your energy for something that actually matters. Like proving you can be more than just a loudmouth with a short fuse.

He looked like he wanted to punch me, but after a tense moment, he grabbed the bill.

Bakugo: This doesn't mean I like you, Deku.

Me: I wouldn't dream of it, Kacchan.

With Bakugo begrudgingly on board, the rest of the class quickly fell in line. A few tried to argue, but I simply pointed out the benefits of having a class rep who could bankroll anything they needed. After all, who wouldn't want to be on the winning team?

Mr. Aizawa called for the vote, and, unsurprisingly, I came out on top. As the results were announced, I leaned back in my chair, grinning.

Me: See? Money really does make the world go round.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. Here we were, in a school for heroes, where everyone was obsessed with quirks and power, and yet, it was my money and brainpower that had won the day. It was almost too easy.

And that, I thought, was exactly how it should be.