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Momo let out a slight disappointed grumble as she saw the votes be tallied up. Three votes for her, four votes for Izumi Midoriya. She pushed her disappointment to the side. The decision made sense. Midoriya had passed the entrance exam and the quirk assessment test with flying colors. She was kind, personable, had the most incredible quirk, and was admittedly, rather enjoyable to look at. And to be a bit more blunt than she preferred to be, the other woman was built like a brick shithouse. She stood at an awe-inspiring 244 centimeters tall and was an incredible 200 kilograms of pure muscle. She was perhaps the gentlest soul she’d yet encountered despite how utterly massive she was.
As the two young women stood up, she found herself a bit surprised at how nervous Midoriya seemed. The poor girl was the most jittery thing she’d ever laid eyes on. It would be amusing to see someone so strong be so timid if it weren’t so sad. Momo gently took her hand in her own, trying not to blush at the realization at how much bigger Midoriya’s hand was.
“You’ve earned this. Our classmates trust you, trust yourself,” Momo whispered, smiling up at her enormous new friend.
Midoriya took a deep breath and smiled brightly, it was a smile Momo wouldn’t have minded seeing more often. “Thank you to those of you who voted for me. To everyone else, I will do my best to honor you all as your class president. If anyone ever wants to talk to me, give me a call, give me a text, or just come to my house, you can have dinner with me and my mom. I’ll write my number and my address on the blackboard before class is over.”
“And I will erase it the moment you all leave!” Interjected Aizawa-sensei.
What a sweetheart, Momo mused, glancing up at the gigantic broccoli haired girl.
“Heck, if you’d like, I’m gonna be spending a lot of my time at the gym here at UA, you can just come over and bug me there. I won’t mind, I promise!” Midoriya added, prompting a chuckle from some of their classmates.
Momo chuckled and shook her head a bit. “You meathead,” she teased.
“That’s President Meathead to you!” Midoriya teased back.
The entire class laughed.
“Alright then, if you’ve all decided who will represent you, then I’ll dismiss you all for lunch,” announced Aizawa-sensei. “That being said, as reps you two will be attending a meeting twice a month with your sister classes every other Saturday. The first Saturday will be just you two and the reps from Class 1B, the third Saturday will be with all first year classes. That includes the business, support, and general courses.”
Midoriya nodded, folded her massive arms and cupped her chin as she began to think. “We should probably get in touch with 1B’s reps now at least.”
“Agreed! I believe Todoroki and I met their recommended students during our recommendation exams. I’ll see if I can reach out through them,” Momo suggested.
Midoriya grinned. “And that’s why I voted for you.”
Momo suddenly felt very guilty. “I voted for me too,” she muttered.
Midoriya shrugged. “Having confidence in yourself is a good thing.”
Momo nodded. They were right even if she still felt bad. “Well, do you want to have lunch together?”
“That sounds great! Though fair warning, having a body like this means I need a lot of calories.”
Momo giggled. “My quirk means the same thing.”
Midoriya suddenly had a curious look on her face but before she could ask what she had in mind she was interrupted.
“Izumi! Come on! Let’s go! Neither of you are gonna get any of those calories if you won’t shut the fuck up and go to lunch already!” Bakugo hollered.
Midoriya giggled. “Kacchan’s right, we’d better go.”
Momo made a puzzled face. She used a cute nickname and he used her first name basis? That’s odd. Are they dating?
She hoped not.
“Well don’t just stand there! Let’s go!” Midoriya laughed, scooping her VP into her very big arms.
“Ooh!” Momo yelped before starting to laugh. “I could get used to this!” She teased, causing the once very confident Midoriya to start blushing.
“W-w-w-what do you mean by that, Yaoyarozu?” Midoriya stammered out.
Momo giggled. “I mean I could get used to being bridal carried by green All Might.”
In fact, I think I could get used to you. She mused internally.
Midoriya suddenly looked like she was about to pass out. “I never thought a girl as pretty as you would say something like that to me.”
“Pretty?” Momo repeated, blushing as well now.
“Don’t you two fucking start!” Hollered Bakugo as the three made their way down the hall along with Iida, Uraraka, and Kirishima.
“Oh! Sorry Kacchan!” Midoriya laughed.
There was that nickname again. A sliver of worry went through her head again.
“Izumi, I swear to God, you can’t keep falling for every girl that’s even remotely nice to you,” Bakugo groaned.
“But all I did was call her green All Might?”
“Yeah, you called her All Might. Her entire life revolves around All Might.”
Momo looked up at Izumi who gave her a nervous grin. “He’s right,” she immediately conceded.
Oh goodness me! How is she this big and this strong and also this cute?!