Samantha returned home from the coffee shop and changed out of her nightgown and into a dress due to her cast. She could have worn something else but it wouldn't be as appealing like a humongous, visible cast under a dress. So, she opted for a long, cream sundress made from a sheer material over a soft under layer. A brown, decorative belt hung around the middle. Sam chose one boot to wear and a blue jean jacket over the bare shoulders to abide by the school's dress code rules.
Sam had applied her foundation as heavily as she could without looking tacky and she came from the red light district. She wanted to cover the bruising as much as possible. She finished her makeup and made her way downstairs to get ready to leave. Sam gave Sasha, one last scratch and tried to pet at a elusive Remus. She stepped out of her home and locked the door, heading over to where she parked M and off to U.A. she went.
Sam sighed after she entered her classroom after the ever long trek up to her classroom on the second floor. Her leg protested the whole way up, the whole journey in general. A dull throbbing ache seem to pulsate through her entire leg, a painful spasm jolted through Sam. Nearly made her topple down the flight of stairs if she didn't have an iron grip on the guide rails.
It was surprising how she actually missed this room, even as it has only been her's for a short while. Sam didn't bother in trying to figure out it if was more relief that her treacherous trek was finally over or if she really did miss the classroom. Sam smiled as she sat on her comfy rolling chair and got to grading, she was behind on the grades. A knock on her door startled Samantha out of her train of thought. Her gaze flickered to where Rin and Momo stood in the doorway. "How may I help you, ladies?"
"Actually, it's how can we help you?" Rin asked, Momo nodded behind her.
Sam smiled, tightly. "I don't need any help, Rin." She shook her head.
"Oh? Recovery Girl said you should still stay off that leg and surely after being on medical leave, you have papers to run?" Rin challenges, a determined spark flashed in her electric blue eyes. "I will tell Jo and Ben that you aren't following the doctor's orders. Or better yet, I'll tell James."
Sam pursed her lips at her niece, glowering but Rin wasn't backing down. "Please, Sensei?" Momo asked from behind Rin.
Sam sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall, an hour until the first bell. "I might have some papers to be copied and I might have some papers from my older classes that need to be graded." She relented, shuffling through the piles until she reached a stack with a pink sticky note that read 'needs to be copied.' Sam grabbed a second stack from a metal bin of papers that needed to be graded as well as grading keys to the paper. Momo took the papers that needed to be copied and Rin took the papers that needed to be graded, a red pen and the keys. Momo smiled and took off for the copy room in the teacher's lounge. Rin settled herself at the closet desk to Sam and started grading. "I'm fine." Sam spoke after several silent minutes dragged by without a word. Rin was usually more chatty than this, Sam frowned at her papers. Her demeanor completely changed since Momo left the room. Sam recognized that as the facade Rin wore for most of her younger school years.
"Sure." Rin huffed back without looking up from her papers.
"I've been through far worse than this. I can handle far more than you think." Sam stressed, watching Rin paused from the furious scribbling of the scarlet pen. At least, she was getting some kind of response from her niece.
"And I cannot loose another aunt." Rin snapped back, bright blue eyes glared at Sam with such an intensity that made Sam lean back in her chair in surprise. The glare vanished and hurt took it's place. "I can't." Rin repeated, weakly. Sam cursed herself for not realizing that this was Rin's first time in this situation. Villains weren't new to her, same song but a different tune. Conflict that Rin could participate in was very new to Rin. Unlike Sam who was a seasoned professional heroine, this was the beginning of Rin's journey as a heroine. The young Shimizu felt guilt hanging over her for not aiding Sam in time to prevent Sam's injuries.
"You won't." Sam swore, vehemently. She knew that would be nearly impossible to keep that promise with her line of work. Just in today's society alone made her promise, small and insignificant but Rin needed to hear this. Sam pushed herself around the desk in her chair with her good leg and her hands to grab leverage to pull herself to Rin. Sam gripped Rin's hand with both of hers. "I promise you that you won't ever lose me, alright?"
Rin seemed to understand just how impossible Sam's words were and hesitated. "Alright?" Sam pressed, firmly.
"Alright." Rin nodded. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"Never better." Sam lied to the girl with a bright smile, rolling back to her desk. "Are you?"
"Peachy keen." Rin responded as she started to scan over the papers, watching for incorrect responses. Sam snorted in amusement at the term that Jo used, so often. She leaned back in her seat to observe the young Shimizu. Rin's oddly curled, blonde hair and electric blue eyes were so reminiscent of Jo's petite physic. The way she held herself as she walked and talked; her back straight and polite posture as well as manners. Things that Jo ingrained in Rin when she lived with her, things a proper southern woman would do without thought. Her mannerisms and speech pattern, all but screamed Jo. Sam smirked and glanced down to her pile.
"Y'know... I could've mistaken you for Jo's kid if I were a stranger, not Tsubaki's." Sam said with a fond look on her face as her red pen scribbled short responses on the essays from the third years. "You are a spitting image of her."
"Really?!" Rin asked, excitedly. Her soft eyes danced with a happiness that warmed Sam's heart. "You really think that?"
"Definitely." Sam agreed with a small wink and a broad grin.
Ding! Ding!
Sam scowled at the ceiling where the loud speaker sat in the center of her classroom. The first bell had rung signifying the start of the day. Momo ran in and handed the papers to Sam and grabbed her bag. "Goodbye Sensei. Come on, Rin!"
Rin smiled at Sam and grabbed her bag, setting the papers in Sam's basket and the pair headed to the door. "Bye, Aunt Sam. Keep an eye out for me during the sports fest!"
"I'll be sure too! Thank you too for all of your help!" Sam called out to them with a wave. At least she didn't need to hobble to print copies. Sam smiled and continued to grade the papers. She spent the rest of the extremely shortened free period, grading the rest of the essays. The bell rang for the second period and class 1-A filed in. "Good morning, class." She greeted.
Twenty two pairs of eyes honed in on Rin with worry and concern. "Good morning." They chimed, hesitatingly.
"I am perfectly fine and on the road to recovery. I look worse than I'm really am." Sam smiled, passing out papers. "So, I know the lot of you are too excited to get much work done. I'll be passing out our graded papers and a short assignment over your textbook for homework. As long as you all don't get too loud, you can talk and enjoy yourselves. If you get too loud... Then book work. The choice is yours." Sam's smile turned a tad bit sinister.
The students gulped and nodded, moving to converse amongst each other. They did well to keep their volume down as they chatted. Sam tried passed the assignment and the graded papers but Momo, Mina and Rin were quick to intercept the weapon heroine. Sam's tugged up in a fond smile for her kind hearted students and relinquished her papers over. The three girls passed the papers out and Sam settled back into her seat and start to grade more papers. The bell rang not too long after. The day passed by in a blur and before Sam could comprehend, an announcement that all students were to report to the stadium's locker area. Sam dismissed her last class and collected more papers that needed to be graded and hummed as she made her way to the stadium.
Sam quirked an eyebrow at the stands of merchandise outside of the massive stadium. Almost as big as a professional stadium, it looked like the school had spared no expense on the structure. Sam never been to a Sports Festival, she has of course heard of it over in England but never cared to observe. She was happy with her office of sidekicks and support staff to care about the foreign options. Sam was curious as to what this would entail, a tiny smile tugged on her lips in excitement of something new. "There is my favorite copy cat heroine." Sam froze, she recognized that voice and the American southern accent. She didn't have the energy to deal with that man, not now and not ever.
"Hello, Dylan." Sam sighed.
"Did you get my flowers? I hope you weren't badly injured."
Sam pursed her lips at the dark brown haired man, how could she have forgotten the card that came with the lively patriotic flowers. "No, it must have gotten lost amidst all of the other get wells." Sam said and offered a small satisfied smirk as a frown tugged on his handsome face. "There was so, so many."
A bright smile sprang back on Dylan's face, "Well, surprise!" He grinned and spread his arms wide like he was presenting himself as god's gift to humanity.
Oh, joy. Sam fought the urge to recoil from Dylan in distaste. Her burgundy gaze flickered to a flamboyant figure behind him that was swarmed by adoring fans. She glared and his piercing eyes widened in surprise behind yellow aviator sunglasses. Hizashi quirked an eyebrow over to Sam, taking in her rigid, uncomfortable posture. He talked, quickly to his fans with his gaze still focused over on Sam and Dylan. Sam hated the fact that Hizashi had wanted attention from dear fans while Sam did not want Dylan's unwarranted attention, at all. She would pay someone to take his attention by any means.
"Watching the Sports Festival, eh? Care for some company?"
Sam choked. What on earth did she do to warner this punishment? Just smite me and get the suffering over with! She growled, glaring at the sunny sky. "I'm actually just-... just-..." Sam cried out out, clawing for any excuse to escape Dylan's company.
"She is just commentating the Sports Festival with me and Aizawa." A smooth, energetic voice chimed in, a leather clad arm was thrown over Sam's shoulder as Hizashi slid up to her side. "Y'know, another perspective." Sam relaxed under Hizashi's arm, happy with the back up.
She paused. "Commentating?" Sam asked, glaring at Hizashi.
"Need any help?" Dylan asked, eagerly.
"Nope, teachers only. Sammy will have to catch you later." Hizashi shot him down with a surprising ruthlessness and ease.
"Is that the American pro hero, Dylan Houston." One of the crowd that had flocked around Hizashi asked.
"It is! Armada!"
"Armada!" Another called and Sam grinned at Dylan's mildly annoyed face despite her own displeasure.
The crowd swarmed around Dylan and Hizashi waved as the pair slipped away. "Thank you! Supposed that I have to commentate now?" Sam asked, dryly with a quirked eyebrow at Hizashi.
"Yeah!" Hizashi sang, leading Sam through the crowds and into the stadium. He easily took the lead as the pair weaves through the crowds. "What's Armada's deal with you, Sammy?" He asked as the two of them walked up the bleachers.
"To be a thorn in my side." Sam drawled, sarcastically. "He thinks we are alike because we have similar quirks. Ergo, friends. Besties." Sam explained, dryly.
"And? Friends are good."
"He is so annoying, haven't you noticed?"
"I'm annoying."
"You are very sweet and cute, not annoying like Dylan." Sam replied in a matter of fact tone.
Sam spotted a bright blush dancing Hizashi's face. "Come on. We have another commentator to catch!" Sam sweat dropped and was dragged along to what she suspected to be the teachers spectators area. This was shaping up to be a very eventful day, Sam thought.