MHA; Natsu Dragneel!

¹**Chapter 12: Class Representative**

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of Class 1-A, casting a warm glow over the room. The air was electric with excitement, buzzing with the energy of students reliving the adrenaline-fueled battles from the previous day's test. Groups had formed naturally, their animated conversations filling the space with laughter, awe, and the occasional dramatic reenactment of a particularly intense moment. The room felt alive, a testament to the camaraderie and competitive spirit that had been forged in the heat of combat.

Natsu Dragneel sat at his desk, his usual carefree demeanor on full display. His legs were casually propped up, his chair tilted back precariously as he leaned into it, a wide, satisfied grin plastered across his face. His fiery pink hair, as untamed as ever, seemed to mirror his restless energy, even as he appeared to be doing nothing at all. He listened to the chatter around him with half an ear, clearly basking in the praise but showing no interest in engaging deeply. To him, the thrill of the fight was all that mattered—everything else was just noise.

Sero Hanta approached, his easygoing smile matching the relaxed atmosphere. He slid into the seat next to Natsu, his elbows resting on the desk as he leaned forward. "Man, Natsu, that fight was insane!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with admiration. "I thought Todoroki had you for a minute there!"

Natsu stretched lazily, his arms reaching high above his head before he let out an exaggerated yawn. "Eh, it was fun. That's what matters, right? All that strategy stuff? Too boring for me."

From his desk nearby, Kaminari Denki chimed in, his golden hair catching the sunlight as he turned to face them. "You're seriously something else, man. How are you this chill after everything? That building was shaking!"

Natsu shrugged, his grin never faltering. "The more the place shakes, the better. That means the fight's good."

Before the conversation could continue, the classroom door slid open with a sharp *whoosh*, and Aizawa-sensei stepped inside. His presence was like a sudden drop in temperature, the room falling silent almost instantly. His tired eyes scanned the class, his disheveled hair and perpetually exhausted expression a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the students. He moved to the front of the room with his usual languid pace, his capture weapon loosely draped around his neck.

"Alright, settle down," Aizawa said, his voice low and monotone, yet carrying an undeniable authority. "Today, we need to decide on a class representative."

The announcement sent a ripple through the room. Some students perked up immediately, their eyes lighting up with interest, while others exchanged uncertain glances. Natsu, however, groaned loudly, slumping forward until his forehead met the surface of his desk. "Ugh, boring... why do we need something like this?" he muttered, his voice muffled but still audible. "Count me out. This is such a drag."

A few students chuckled at his blatant disinterest, their laughter breaking the tension. Iida Tenya, ever the picture of discipline, sat up straighter in his seat, his hands clasped firmly on the desk. His sharp features were set in a serious expression, his glasses catching the light as he adjusted them. It was clear he was already mentally preparing for the responsibility.

Bakugo Katsuki, seated near the back, clicked his tongue in annoyance, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "Who cares? It's just a stupid title anyway," he grumbled, his usual scowl deepening.

On the other side of the room, Mina Ashido bounced in her seat, her pink cheeks flushed with excitement. "This could be fun! I mean, who doesn't want to be the class rep? It's a position of power!" she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

As the chatter began to rise again, Aizawa's patience wore thin. "Enough," he said, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife. "We'll do a vote. Each of you will write down the name of the student you think is best suited for the role. No more talking."

Natsu let out another exaggerated yawn, resting his head on his arm as he lazily scribbled something on his paper. "This is a waste of time..." he muttered under his breath.

The students complied, their pens scratching against paper as they wrote down their choices. The room was filled with a tense curiosity, each student wondering who would come out on top. The slips of paper were collected and handed to Aizawa, who quickly tallied the results.

After a brief pause, Aizawa cleared his throat. "With five votes, Natsu Dragneel is your class representative."

The room went dead silent for a moment, the weight of the announcement sinking in. All eyes turned to Natsu, who was still half-asleep on his desk, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just been thrust into a position of leadership. Kaminari was the first to break the silence, bursting into laughter.

"Natsu!? He doesn't even care!" he exclaimed, clutching his sides.

Mina gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "No way! Natsu got the most votes?"

Natsu blinked awake, his brow furrowing in confusion as he stared at Aizawa. "Wait... what? What do you mean?"

Aizawa sighed, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. "You're the class representative, Natsu. Congratulations. Now, for the deputy representative—"

Before he could finish, Natsu waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, no thanks. Not interested. That's way too much work for me."

The entire class stared at him in disbelief. Kirishima Eijiro raised an eyebrow, his spiky red hair catching the light as he leaned forward. "Dude, you're the class rep! You can't just say no!"

Natsu stretched again and stood up, yawning loudly. "I can, and I am. It's too boring, and I'm not gonna do stuff that isn't fun."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Natsu, this isn't optional. You've been chosen by your classmates. It's your responsibility."

Natsu, unfazed, glanced around the room lazily. His eyes eventually landed on Iida, who was sitting upright, his hands clasped tightly together. Despite the disappointment in his eyes, Iida maintained his dignified posture, his sharp jawline and perfectly combed hair a testament to his disciplined nature.

"Hey, glasses guy," Natsu called out, drawing everyone's attention to Iida. "You want this job, right? You're all about rules and order. I give you all my votes. You're the class rep now."

Iida's eyes widened in shock, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. "Me? But—"

Natsu, without waiting for further protests, turned and headed back to his seat. "There you go. Problem solved."

The room erupted in murmurs again, the students exchanging glances as they processed what had just happened. Mina Ashido glanced at Iida with a kind smile, her golden eyes sparkling with encouragement. "You'd be a great class rep, Iida. You're organized and responsible."

Iida stood up from his seat, clearing his throat as he adjusted his glasses. "Natsu, while I appreciate your confidence in me, I don't think it's fair to take the position you earned—"

"I didn't earn anything," Natsu interrupted, already reclining back in his chair. "You do it. I'm just here for the fun stuff."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration evident. "This is exactly why I wanted a vote," he muttered under his breath. "Alright, fine. The class will vote between Momo Yaoyorozu and Midoriya for deputy representative. Iida, if the class elects you next time, you can take over for Natsu. For now, Natsu remains the class rep."

Midoriya Izuku, who had been sitting quietly throughout the entire exchange, looked flustered, his freckled cheeks turning pink. "I-I wasn't expecting to get votes...!" he stammered, his green eyes wide with surprise.

Yaoyorozu Momo, ever composed, smiled politely, her dark hair framing her face elegantly. "Well, Midoriya, it seems we're both up for consideration," she said, her voice calm and measured.

As the class discussed amongst themselves, Bakugo's voice rang out from the back, his tone dripping with disdain. "Tch, this is ridiculous. None of you idiots are fit for leadership. Especially not that sleeping moron."

Natsu waved a hand lazily, his grin never wavering. "Whatever, boom boy. You're just mad because you didn't get any votes."

That lit a spark in Bakugo's eyes, his fists crackling with tiny explosions. "What was that?!" he roared, his voice echoing through the room.

Before things could escalate, Aizawa quickly stepped in, his capture weapon twitching slightly as he glared at both of them. "Enough. We'll settle this with a quick vote. Choose between Yaoyorozu and Midoriya for deputy class representative."

The ballots were cast once again, and after a few moments, Aizawa tallied the results. "Yaoyorozu is your deputy class representative."

Momo nodded gracefully, though there was a clear glimmer of pride in her eyes. "Thank you, everyone. I'll do my best."

Midoriya smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Congrats, Yaoyorozu. I know you'll be great."

With the vote settled, Aizawa looked over the class once more, his gaze lingering on Natsu for a moment before he sighed. "Alright. That's enough for today. Remember, this role carries responsibility. Be ready."

As the students began to chatter once more, some laughing and others discussing the new leadership, Natsu remained at his desk, utterly uninterested in the role he had just been given. "Responsibility?" Natsu mumbled to himself, stretching his arms. "I don't need that... as long as there's more fun stuff coming up, I'm good."

And so, the day ended with Natsu unknowingly at the helm of Class 1-A, the future looking both exciting and uncertain. The classroom, filled with the vibrant energy of its students, seemed to hum with the promise of challenges yet to come. But for Natsu, the only thing that mattered was the thrill of the next fight—everything else was just background noise.

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