A few days had passed since my talk with Bakugo and Izuku about them being my bonded humans—my humans. Things had settled into a new normal. Bakugo was a bit less harsh on Izuku, though his bullying tendencies didn't vanish entirely. I knew that, and I accepted it, as long as he never physically attacked him again.

Now, we're in homeroom class. Aizawa stands before us, looking as tired as always. "So today, we'll be doing something different. And before you ask, there's no test. You just need to choose a class representative."

This announcement definitely makes the class boisterous. After all, it's a chance for students to gain extra recognition. Excitement buzzes through the room as everyone starts discussing and nominating candidates.

I, on the other hand, remain indifferent. Leading the whole class isn't something that interests me—I've got enough responsibilities leading the kingdom with Goji. The thought of dealing with class politics and additional responsibilities doesn't appeal to me at all.

As the noise in the classroom escalates, I lean back in my seat, watching the chaos unfold. Names are being shouted, with people making cases for their friends or themselves. I glance at Izuku, who seems both eager and nervous, likely wondering if he should nominate himself or if anyone will nominate him.

Bakugo, surprisingly, seems less interested in the proceedings than I would have expected. Maybe our recent conversation has given him a bit more perspective on what truly matters.

As the nominations continue, I catch Aizawa's tired eyes glancing my way. He gives a slight nod, a reminder that while I might not be interested in leading the class, my role as a protector and ally is still crucial.

Deciding to stay engaged, I turn my attention back to the front of the room, ready to support whoever ends up representing us, even if I'm not the one in the spotlight.

Soon enough, Iida stands up and shouts, "Silence! The best way to go about this is to do a vote." His authoritative tone immediately hushes the class, and I raise an eyebrow in surprise. He's really shaped up, I think, smiling to myself. He might be a good leader.

There are a few grumbles, but in the end, the class agrees to Iida's suggestion. We're all given small pieces of paper to write down our choices. I look at the paper in my hand, sighing a little before writing Iida's name. He really appealed to me as a leader. While I've bonded with Izuku and Bakugo, they aren't the right candidates to lead the class—err, them.

As I fold my paper and wait for the others to finish, I glance around the room. Izuku looks thoughtful, undoubtedly considering his vote carefully, while Bakugo appears indifferent, though I catch him sneaking glances at the process. It's clear that even if he doesn't fully participate, he's still invested in what's happening.

Aizawa starts collecting the papers, and I hand mine in, feeling a sense of relief that this decision is out of my hands. Iida's organized approach and clear sense of responsibility make him a natural fit for this role, and I'm confident he'll do a great job representing the class.

As Aizawa begins to tally the votes, I take a moment to appreciate the dynamics of our class. Despite the challenges and differences, we're all part of something bigger, and choosing a representative is just one step in our journey together.

"Okay, so Midoriya is voted class representative, and Momo Yaoyorozu is chosen to be deputy representative," Aizawa announces tiredly. Poor Midoriya freezes in his seat, looking utterly shocked. "Huh?! Who voted for me?" he stammers. Even Bakugo stands up, shouting, "Okay, you bastards, who voted for him?"

I stifle a snort, and Bakugo hears it, sending me a look before settling back down. Kirishima, sitting beside him, chuckles. "What, you really think we would've voted for you?" he questions. I shoot Kirishima a glare, causing him to blanch and mutter, "S-sorry." I sniff, satisfied with his apology.

Aizawa sighs, clearly exhausted by the commotion. "Okay, you two might as well come up here," he says, gesturing for Midoriya and Yaoyorozu to walk to the front.

Midoriya, still in a daze, stands and slowly makes his way to the front, accompanied by Yaoyorozu, who looks calm and composed. I can't help but smile proudly at Izuku, even though I had nominated Iida. It seems the meticulous boy has noticed this too, as he's muttering, "I did get a vote still though, so that's gotta count."

Watching them both stand at the front of the classroom, I feel a swell of pride for Izuku. Despite his initial shock, he stands tall, ready to take on the responsibility. Yaoyorozu looks equally ready, her natural leadership qualities evident.

Aizawa hands Midoriya a stack of papers, likely instructions and responsibilities for the class rep. "Congratulations, you two. You'll be working together to ensure the class runs smoothly and that everyone's concerns are addressed."

Midoriya nods, still looking a bit overwhelmed but determined. Yaoyorozu gives a confident smile, clearly prepared for the task ahead. The rest of the class claps, some more enthusiastically than others, but there's a general sense of support.

As I watch them, I feel a renewed sense of optimism. This is a good step for Izuku, a chance for him to grow and prove himself in ways beyond his combat abilities. And with Yaoyorozu by his side, they make a formidable team.

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Later on, Izuku, Ochaco, Tenya, and I sit together in the mess hall for lunch. Izuku looks apprehensive about his ability to lead the class, his fingers nervously fidgeting with his chopsticks. I sigh, putting down my spoon from the fish soup.

"Izu, you will do this okay. I know you can," I say, my tone firm and reassuring. "And don't worry, I am still your guardian." I give him an assuring pat on the back, unaware of the jealous looks he gets from the two others at our table. Izuku blushes and nods frantically.

"Y-yeah, thank you, Azure," he stammers, a shy smile spreading across his face. I smile back, feeling a sense of pride in his determination.

Ochaco watches our interaction with a mix of admiration and curiosity, while Tenya nods approvingly. "Midoriya, you have our full support," Tenya says with his characteristic earnestness. "You were chosen for a reason, and we believe in your capability to lead."

Izuku's blush deepens, but he seems slightly more relaxed. "Thanks, guys," he says, looking at each of us with gratitude. "I'll do my best."

The atmosphere at our table is warm and supportive, a testament to the bonds we've formed. I can see Izuku drawing strength from our encouragement, and it reassures me that he'll rise to the challenge. As we continue our meal, the conversation shifts to lighter topics, the tension easing as laughter and camaraderie fill the air.

This moment of unity feels significant, a reminder that we're not just classmates but friends who will support each other through whatever challenges come our way.

Suddenly, a high-pitched alarm goes off, and I curl into myself, a scream ripping from my throat. Izuku notices and cradles me, his voice full of concern. "Azure! What's wrong?" he asks, but he too is overwhelmed by the alarm.

"What is happening?!" Iida asks a third-year student at a nearby table.

"I don't know. This is the first time in my three years that this alarm has gone off. It's for someone who has infiltrated U.A. by bypassing the defensive barrier," the third-year responds.

I barely hear them over the ringing in my head, the call of the kings echoing inside me. I hiss, "Let me go," to Izuku, who reluctantly releases me, his green eyes following my every move. I stand up, drawing the attention of everyone at the table. "I'll be back," I growl, pushing my way through the rising bottleneck of students at the entrance to the mess hall and slipping away unnoticed.

My instincts guide me to a secluded room, and I sniff the air, my nostrils flaring. Peeking inside, I see a figure in a big black hoodie, scratching his neck and muttering to himself. "I swear it should be here. The source confirmed it," he mumbles.

I step into the room, my presence casting a shadow over the intruder. "What are you looking for?" I growl, my voice low and menacing.

The figure jumps, spinning around to face me. His eyes widen in surprise and then narrow with suspicion. "Who are you?" he demands, his voice shaky.

"I am the guardian of this place," I say, stepping closer, my eyes glowing with a dangerous light. "And you have trespassed."

The intruder takes a step back, clearly unnerved by my presence. "I don't want any trouble," he says, raising his hands defensively. "I'm just looking for something."

"What is it you're looking for?" I ask again, my tone icy.

The figure hesitates before responding. "It's... it's a device. Something powerful. It should be here somewhere."

I narrow my eyes, my instincts telling me there's more to this story. "You need to leave. Now," I command, my voice brooking no argument.

He looks like he might argue, but something in my demeanor makes him think better of it. He nods quickly, turning to leave. "Fine, I'm going," he mutters.

As he retreats, I stay on guard, ready to spring into action if he tries anything. Once he's gone, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. The ringing in my head starts to fade, and I can think more clearly. I need to report this to Aizawa and ensure that whatever he was looking for is secure.

Quickly, I make my way back to the mess hall, where the students are still milling around in confusion. Izuku spots me immediately, his face lighting up with relief. "Azure! Are you okay?" he asks, rushing over.

"I'm fine," I assure him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But we need to find Aizawa-sensei. Now."

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"And did he hurt you?" Aizawa asks, his eyes scanning me and Izuku.

I shake my head. "He didn't have the guts to touch me, Sensei. But he was after something. I don't know what it was, but he was frustrated he didn't find it."

Aizawa hums thoughtfully before looking at our principal, the mouse-bear Nezu. "That is indeed interesting and a bit creepy," says Nezu, scratching his chin with a paw. "I assure you that the school's defenses will be upped to ten percent now."

I smile, feeling a bit reassured. "That's what I know you'll do," I say with a sigh, the smile fading as I add, "But I will still need to patrol the perimeters."

Nezu's button eyes widen, and he looks over at where Ms. Midnight is standing, a hand on her hip. She frowns slightly. "Are you sure that will do you any good, dear?" she asks.

I nod firmly. "Yeah, no villain will try their hand at U.A. if they know I'm here. Remember, I am a kaiju," I smirk, "I am a god."

Aizawa and Nezu exchange glances. "Your confidence is appreciated," Aizawa says, "but be careful. We don't know who we're dealing with yet."

"I will," I promise, determination in my voice. "No one will threaten my humans."

Izuku, standing beside me, looks up with admiration and a bit of worry. "Just... be safe, Azure."

I give him a reassuring nod. "I will, Izuku. I promise."

With that, I prepare to start my patrol, the weight of my responsibility heavy but welcome. Protecting U.A. and my friends is my duty, and I will ensure that no threat breaches these walls again.