Konata Doesn't Want To Be The Female Lead

"Finally… the perfect nap time has arrived…"

The moment Konata saw the Class 1-A classroom door in the distance, she felt a surge of emotion.

Simple reason: she was already half-asleep. If Yaoyorozu hadn't been pulling her along the whole way, Konata probably would've curled up on the hallway floor and dozed off. Her mind was a foggy mess, as if filled with wet sand, and she was sleepwalking on pure instinct.

Naturally, Yaoyorozu noticed something was off—Konata was down to giving nothing but sleepy "mm-hm" responses no matter what she said. Her eyes half-shut, barely registering anything, the girl was entirely dependent on Yaoyorozu's guidance.

"…Is this the side effect of overusing her Quirk yesterday?"

Yaoyorozu couldn't help but wonder. It made sense—if that kind of powerful Quirk came with zero drawbacks, then wouldn't that person be totally broken? Just like Kaminari Denki—if using too much electricity didn't turn him into a fried Pikachu, his Quirk would be OP.

Still… why does Konata insist on calling him Pikachu?

"I'm so thankful…"

As soon as Konata stumbled into the classroom, she gave Yaoyorozu a sleepy thanks, face-planted onto her desk, and fell asleep within seconds.

More and more students trickled into the room. Upon seeing Konata passed out the moment she arrived, everyone's reactions were… complicated.

At one point, Iida Tenya tried to wake her up between classes—slamming the desk, shouting—but Konata didn't even flinch. If anything, she looked even more at peace.

When that reality hit, Iida slumped into silent despair.

When the bell rang, Aizawa Shouta strolled in with a fat stack of grading sheets. His eyes immediately landed on Konata, still drooling on her desk.

Rather than waking her, Aizawa calmly walked up, placed a chalkboard eraser on her head, and returned to the podium as if nothing happened.

Everyone in Class 1-A fell into an eerie silence.

"Alright, good work yesterday," Aizawa said casually, like the nap-and-eraser incident never happened. "I reviewed your performance and the training VCRs. Some of you did well. Others were a disaster. I'll be giving serious criticism to a certain individual…"

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In her dream, Konata found herself inside a bizarre hall of mirrors. Each mirror showed a different version of herself, some even trying to crawl out.

Faced with that nightmare fuel, she yawned, flopped down… and went back to sleep.

A dream within a dream… within another dream. She lost count of how many times she "woke up" just to find she was still dreaming. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't snap out of it.

And eventually, she snapped.

"Are you kidding me?! I can't just die here like this—MY DESTINY LIES AMONG THE STARS!"

With that primal scream, Konata jerked awake. Chalk dust fluttered off her head, and something light flew off her desk.

"...Was that a chalk eraser?"

She rubbed her hair and ahoge, blinking around blearily. The classroom was dead silent. Every single eye was on her.

Oh. Great.

And there on the podium, curled up in a sleeping bag, was an unidentified creature that had somehow rolled over mid-snore.

"Uh… why're y'all staring? Do I have something on my face?"

She scratched her cheek nervously and instinctively shrank toward the wall, surrounded by the stares of her classmates.

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"Man, what's with everyone getting all fired up over class rep elections…"

Konata lay low at her desk, scribbling "Midoriya Izuku" on her ballot while grumbling under her breath.

Thanks to Tsuyu's helpful whispering, she finally realized what was going on—and who was responsible for the chalk ambush. She'd clean her hair later. Though she liked to stay lowkey, she knew the moment she yelled earlier, any hope of that was gone.

Now officially labeled Class 1-A's Supreme Queen of Chuunibyou, Konata could only feel the crushing malice of fate—especially once the votes were counted.

"…What the heck?! I got FIVE votes?! From where?!"

She stared at the results, dumbfounded.

"Tch."

Bakugo Katsuki clicked his tongue, resting his head on his hand and turning to the window.

"Zero votes… as expected. A true symbol of the holy path!!!"

Iida Tenya, having hoped to become class president, quietly buried his face in his hands. He had voted for someone else—because honor. Obviously.

"I've done all I can."

Tokoyami Fumikage gave Konata a cryptic look, as if he'd just completed a sacred ritual.

"Mmhmm… well, the votes are in. Konata as class president. Midoriya as vice president. Done."

Aizawa emerged from his sleeping bag cocoon, checked the board, and declared the results with all the enthusiasm of a half-dead slug.

"Wait—hold on! I object—!"

Konata raised her hand, but Aizawa's gaze locked onto her like a predator.

"Konata, come to my office after the meeting."

"...O-okay."

Whatever she was going to say died on her lips. With a sheepish nod, she accepted her fate.