After her conversation with Bakugo, Calliope decided she was in need of some fresh air. Iced-tea and a spot of sun-bathing called to her. On her way back outside, she made the last minute decision to pop into the department of support. Perhaps the students there could repair her broken visor. Though the replacement Yaoyorozu had made her was okay, she missed the serpent-like design of her old one. Russ had even mentioned that it had voice command that alternated the use of her quirk. Yaoyorozu's creation simply blocked her quirk entirely.

After dropping her broken head-gear off with a scarily enthusiastic girl in goggles, Calliope meandered slowly into town. As her footsteps carried her across the campus and into the hustle and bustle of the city, her mind began to wander. Everything Bakugo had told her circled in her thoughts. His story had granted her closure but at the cost of a heavy heart. Though she now knew what had happened to her, due to the fact she couldn't remember the ordeal, she strangely felt nothing. What had been a traumatic experience resembled nothing more than a disturbing tale one might read in the pages of a newspaper.

Still, her thoughts continued to hold her in a trance as her steps came to a halt at none other than the very location she had turned to stone. When her eyes finally slipped back into focus, her own visored-face was staring back at her from the rippling water in the fountain. She was vaguely aware that passers-by were casting her curious glances; they clearly recognised her and were bemused to see her standing. Everyone seemed to have grown used to the sight of the statue of a crying woman decorating the fountain. To then see that same woman on her feet must have been quite odd.

"Well, isn't this a surprise!" came an unfamiliar voice from behind.

It startled her and she turned awkwardly on the spot, her long hair flying about her.

"Didn't think I'd ever see you move!"

Clutching at her heart, her eyes fell upon two men, both of whom she recognised though she was far more familiar with one than the other.

A bashful Tokoyami stood next to a man she never thought she'd get to meet in person. He was smiling kindly at her with a casual demeanour that reminded her of Sam.

When Calliope failed to speak due to the fact she was actually quite starstruck, Tokoyami filled the awkward silence that followed.

"Good afternoon, Calliope." The raven-like boy greeted in his usual formal tone.

Before she could return the student's greeting however, the hero known as Hawks spoke again.

"Ah yeah, Calliope. That's it! It's nice to finally meet you in the flesh!"

Another look of upmost despair washed over Tokoyami, his dark features unable to hide his sheepish reaction to his mentor's tactlessness.

"And you must be Hawks," she commented politely, trying to hide her awe-stricken comportment.

Though she had grown up in America, Calliope had followed this particular Japanese hero's rise to fame while she studied at Juggernaut. This was mainly due to the fact that, as a teenager, she had had an enormous crush on him. He had come into fame when they were both 18 years old. Though they were now both 22, he had already achieved so much more than her. She couldn't help but feel a little daunted in his presence, even if he was smiling cheerily at her. And when she caught his eye, her teenage infatuations came flooding back.

"Oh you've heard of me?" He grinned, cocking his head, "I'm flattered."

He then held out a hand and her mind squealed as she took it. She didn't think she'd be such a fan-girl, yet she couldn't calm the butterflies in her stomach.

"I'm just dropping Tokoyami here back off at UA."

The boy in question gave a subtle bow. So The Jet Black Hero was training with Hawks? It made sense. But how had she not known this until now?

"Say, are your mentors still here? You are still the Skelebros apprentice, right? That's awesome."

Calliope could only smile through his seemingly one sided conversation. Honestly, she could have stood and watched him babble away for hours; he was even more handsome in person. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, however, she remembered the feeling of Sam's arms around her and instantly felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

Clearing her throat, she replied as conversationally as possible;

"Yeah, Sans and Papyrus are here too. We'll be staying at UA til the end of term."

"Nice. So I guess I'll be seeing you around then?" He said with a ruffle of his wings.

He pointed a finger towards her, head tilting again as he raised his brows expectantly.

Calliope couldn't hold back the blush that crept into her cheeks as she nodded, "yeah, sure. Of course." And she hated herself for how lame she sounded.

It had taken her a good 15 minutes to regain her composure after Tokoyami and Hawks had left. Honestly, she wasn't quite sure what had come over her. She had acted like an enamoured teenage girl. Images of Mina and Ochako filled her mind. It was only when her phone had begun to vibrate in her handbag that she had come back to her senses. A photo of her and Sam flashed on her screen which only made her feel worse as she dragged her finger across his face to answer the call.

"Heya, Calli," Sam's voice sounded down the line, "you still in town?"

Calliope confirmed and then accepted his offer to meet him and Russ at a chosen restaurant.

By the time she reached the sushi bar, the moment by the fountain with Hawks, and all the embarrassment that came with it, had long passed. When she rounded a corner to see her two teammates already sat in the window, she was positively beaming from ear to ear.

As they sat and ate, she told them about her meeting with Japan's number 2 hero.

"Ah yes!" Russ exclaimed as he fought with his piece of sushi; he still hadn't gotten used to using chopsticks and resorted to using his fingers.

"Tokoyami did mention he had been training with him for a while now. It's a very clever match up, if you ask me."

Calliope dabbed her tuna roll into some wasabi as she nodded her agreement.

"Yeah, he seems nice."

She failed to notice that Sam had momentarily stopped chewing and changed the subject as she remembered something.

"Oh, and by the way..."

The two brothers raised their eyes to her. The piece of sushi Russ was attempting to hold fell back onto his dish with a dull thud. Sam was gnawing on the straw of his drink.

"Someone turned my old visor in this morning."

The news caused both of her teammates to raise their eyebrows.

"Really? Who?"

Hesitating, Calliope toyed with her soy sauce, poking at its dark surface with her chopstick. The Skelebros, along with everyone else other than herself and Bakugo, remained unaware about what had really happened to her on that fateful day. She thought it best for everyone to keep it that way.

"Not sure. It was just left outside the dorms."

She had never been a good liar and the way the two brothers narrowed their eyes at her confirmed that.

"Calli..." Russ began, drawing out each syllable of her name, "that visor could be a clue towards-"

"Glad you got it back, Calli." Sam interrupted, placing his drink back down on the table, the straw now chewed beyond further use.

The younger sibling sighed in frustration and, although Calliope felt bad, she was thankful that Sam had cut across Russ' incoming lecture.

At this point, she just wanted to be done with it all and focus on moving on. Luckily for her, her two teammates respected her decision to drop the subject. Though Russ lapsed into silence for the next 15 minutes, Sam and Calliope reeled him back into their conversation by the time dessert came around.

Over the next few weeks, the three of them fell into a comfortable routine that flowed seamlessly from teaching in the afternoon, to training in the evenings and socialising on the weekends.

Now, that Calliope had her old, trademark visor back, they looked and felt like a pro-hero team again. Additionally, they even fought like a team again and had assisted some of the Japanese heroes combat villains in the city.

The hero Hawks, in particular, seemed to have taken a shine to Calliope, much to her disbelief. Anytime their paths crossed on campus, usually when he was escorting Tokoyami back to UA, he would always greet her. Their conversations had grown gradually longer as the weeks drew on. Tokoyami soon knew not to linger once they got talking and would take himself back to the dorms while Hawks and Calliope continued their jovial exchange. One time, he had complimented her newly restored visor and she had let him try it on at his request. She had taken his beneath her arm and laughed at his ridiculous attempt at a snake impression. When she swiped her visor back from him, her eyes had accidentally caught him. As her quirk took a hold of him, his large wings had twitched awkwardly, feathers drifting lazily to the ground. Though Calliope had apologised profusely as she hastily pulled her viper-head back on, Hawks had simply laughed it off.

"And I thought no one could ever keep me still!"

"Please don't tell me you're spying on her, Sans!"

Mina's exclamation had caused the eldest Skelebro to turn quickly from his spot by the window.

"What?" He retorted, annoyed by how much higher his voice sounded in that instant. He cleared his throat as Mina's bemused face continued to regard him.

He was stood on the second floor corridor of the main UA building where he had been on his way to meet with All Might. The former number 1 hero had suggested they take lunch together to talk about their experiences in America. Part way on his short journey across campus, however, Sam's eyes had fallen on a familiar scene; one that had been troubling him increasingly the more times he witnessed it. Calliope was once again laughing openly with the Winged Hero, Hawks down by the main entrance. Once again standing noticeably close and talking noticeably loud.

"Really, Sans!" Mina huffed, her foot tapping, "Are you seriously jealous about Calli talking to Hawks?"

Sam furrowed his brow.

"Course not. She's a grown woman..." his eyes drifted mindlessly back to the scene below them. Calliope had just shoved Hawks' arm playfully.

"She can talk to whoever she wants."

He felt his face fall as he said this; neither his expression nor his voice aiding his attempts at falsity.

"Dude, Hawks stole your girl, that's rough." Came Kaminari's playfully taunting voice from down the corridor. More of the students were making their way towards the cafeteria.

"I mean, he is the number two hero after-all." This time it was Sero's turn to rib the frowning American. Sam turned his squinting eyes from the window to the small group of students who had gathered beside him.

"I bet you regret not pursuing your goal to become one of the top 10 heroes now, huh?" Sero jived, knocking Sam with one of his large elbows. The older male grunted and forced his hands to remain in his jacket pockets despite his temptation to flick the teen's ear.

"Hey man, not cool!" Came yet another voice.

Didn't these kids have somewhere to be?

It was Kirishima. The red-haired boy had taken Sero and Kaminari by the backs of the neck.

"Ah, we were only playing!" The blond whined, his shoulders hunched beneath Kirishima's firm grip as he lead them both away.

Mina cast Sam another branding look before shaking her head and walking after them.

When Sam turned back to the window, Calliope and Hawks had gone and All Might was surely waiting for him.

Later that evening, after tutoring Class 1A through a gruelling set of agility courses lead by Calliope, the team of American heroes returned to their dorms early. Usually, Friday evenings were spent in the city where they would try a new restaurant and hit a few bars. On this occasion however, Russ had declared himself too tired to leave his bed and had promptly fallen asleep without even taking a bite of his store-bought sandwich.

For a while, Sam had lain awake listening to his younger sibling snore. Normally, it was Sam who would fall asleep first leaving Russ to complain about his snoring the following morning. He made a mental note to inform him of their shared nighttime habit the next day.

As he lay staring up at the ceiling, debating whether or not to make himself an only child, a soft knock sounded at their door. Quietly, he rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair sweatpants as he made his way over to it through the gloom. After clumsily jumping into his bottoms, he pulled the door open just a fraction and was surprised to be greeted by a visorless Calliope. She had braided her hair into a long plait that was slung gracefully over her shoulder like some sort of green python.

"Hey, Sam." She whispered, peeking behind him at Russ' sleeping silhouette.

"Did I wake you?" Her face fell into a concerned frown, her eyes doing their usually trick of dropping to the floor. Though he knew she did this to prevent any risk of her quirk taking effect on him, Sam still couldn't help but think she looked timid as she stood and waited for a reply with her gaze fixed on his socks and slippers. At least, she did until she started smirking at them.

"Na. Why, what's up?" He asked quietly, opening the door wider and also smirking at how amusing she found his footwear.

Her serpent-like eyes jumped to his lips; another one of her habits. Again, she did this to avoid meeting his eyes, but Sam sometimes wondered if there was another reason behind it. Wishful thinking, of course.

"Couldn't sleep..." she murmured. And this time she did look sheepish. One hand toyed with the silken fabric of her nightdress; a simple garment in a shade of rose-gold.

"I thought I'd come see if you wanted to take a walk with me or something."

Sam smiled. It suddenly felt like Christmas morning.

"Sure. It's a nice evening for it."

After grabbing a jacket to throw over his bare torso and wriggling his feet into his sneakers, he joined Calliope in the corridor.

She had wrapped herself in an oversized cardigan and wore leather boots on her feet. The overall image was reminiscent of a farmer's daughter ready to sneak out to the creek for a late night dip without her siblings noticing. And when Sam quietly closed the door to a snoring Russ behind him and Calliope slipped her arm through his, the sentiment only swelled.

They walked the corridors quietly and only began to talk once they were greeted by the cool night air. It wasn't that late, but the campus was already quiet. Juggernaut was never this tranquil. Especially on a Friday night such as this, with the moon full and the sky clear. The hallways and campus streets would always be full of students on the prowl, ready to blow off steam. Though there were strict rules about what could take place on campus, many of the students would still find ways to satisfy their need to cut loose. Both Sam and Russ Gaster had been serious students; with a father like theirs, there was no other option than to be. But that didn't mean that, on occasion, they didn't seize an opportunity to sneak off to a party or ride their bikes to the beach late at night.

It was fun to reminisce those days, but even better to relive them...

"Thank you for saving me from one of Russ' lectures the other day, by the way." Calliope said as they turned into the moonlit courtyard. Ever since Calliope had mentioned the return of her old visor, the story of how it came to be back in her possession remain an unspoken subject. Though it had happened weeks ago, no one had yet brought it up.

"Heh. No problem, Calli." He smiled as they came to a stop beneath the shadow of an archway. But when he turned to her, his face adopted a look of concern.

"But you know, if you ever do want to talk about-"

His body froze. She had caught him with her eyes which remained shockingly bright even in the gloom.

"It's better I keep the knowledge for myself." She said firmly, as her quirk continued to silence him.

"But I appreciate your concern." She gently touched her fingers to his face before dipping her eyes back to his lips. How he wished she wouldn't...

So much so that, even after she'd released him from her paralysing stare, his body still ceased to relax fully.

"So long as you're sure," he managed, debating whether or not he too should reach for her. But she'd already turned to walk into the centre of the courtyard. The sound of her boots on the stone floor was the only thing that could be heard. Sam watched quietly from the shadows as Calliope tilted her head skywards. One hand reached up and traced a constellation.

"You studied astronomy, right Sam?" She asked, as her fingers continued to dance along the stars. He didn't remember telling her this detail, perhaps Russ had told her.

"I sure did," he replied, leaning against the cool stone of the archway. "My dad thought it would help towards my quantum physics studies."

Calliope laughed softly.

"What's so funny?" He asked, smirking at her amusement.

She turned and walked back to him, the moonlight catching on her shimmering nightdress. The sight was serenely enchanting.

"Just picturing you alongside Professor Gaster...It's hard to believe that man is your father."

Sam grunted a laugh as Calliope came to lean against the other side of the arch.

"Trust me, no one finds it quite as unbelievable as Russ and I."

"And why quantum physics?"

Sam shrugged a shoulder lazily, his lip twitching.

"Dad was always fascinated by it. He wanted to pass on his love for parallel universes and alternate timelines to his eldest son." He grinned impishly.

"Too bad that turned out to be me."

Although Sam had once shared his father's enthusiasm for that particular branch of science, he had soon abandoned his studies to pursue his goal to become a pro-hero. It was hard to focus on saving the world when your research encouraged a nihilist outlook on life. When he explained this to Calli, she simply smiled then asked;

"And what made you want to become a hero?"

She had already asked him this question before her memory loss. It had not been long into her apprenticeship with them. He and his brother had both jokingly told her it had been for money and fame, but this time around Sam decided to give her the real reason.

With a sigh, he cast his eyes to the moon and said, "our mom."

When Calliope followed his answer with confused silence, he continued.

"We hoped that, if one day we both became big heroes, she'd finally come looking for us."

When he turned back to look at her, his face housing a tired smile, Calliope was frowning sadly at the ground.

"You didn't know your mom?" She asked, her voice quiet.

"Na," he replied casually, scratching the back of his neck idly. "She left when we were really young. Dad never told us why."

Calliope continued to stare forlornly at the floor.

"But never mind, eh?" He chimed, "I have you and Russ. And Dad still answer my calls on the rare occasion I need reminding what a terrible prodigy I am."

This made Calliope laugh and she leaned in to swat at his arm.

"Oh, stop!" She chuckled, "I'm sure your dad is super proud of you both."

Sam smirked. She was right, of course. Despite all his joking, he knew how much his father did indeed support his sons' decision to become heroes. A typed letter would arrive at the start of every season with a brief paragraph formally congratulating them on their achievements. Though the printed words lacked warmth, the sentiment still remained.

"You'll have to meet him one day," Sam declared, nudging her boot with his foot.

"I'd love to!" She replied, with a closed-eye smile.

"And you should come and meet Hawks one day too!" She suggested happily. "He's been pestering me about meeting you and your brother."

Sam felt his face crumple into a frown before he could catch himself.

"What?" Calliope asked, her eyes narrowing. Her gaze trailed along his jawline as he rearranged his features into a look of indifference.

"Nothing," he retorted. But she was already leaning in closer, a sly expression housed upon her face.

"Oh Sam..." she crooned mischievously, "I didn't take you as the jealous type."

She brought her face close to his and made an obvious display at searching it for a reaction.

His lips pulled into a lazy grin and his eyes rolled upwards as she continued her silent scrutiny.

A flash of teeth. A playful smile. The tantalising scent of jasmine. Had it not been he who had bought her that perfume?

"And I didn't take him as your type." Sam countered with a mock sneer. Although, perhaps there was some truth to those words.

A gentle laugh. The brush of a hand. When he chanced a look at her, he caught her looking at his lips again. Perhaps because she was so dangerously close now.

Or perhaps not close enough...

Whatever the reason, she continued to keep her eyes from his when she responded with;

"What? Charming, handsome and successful?" She gave a cheeky grin, her moonlit eyes travelling to the small amount of bare chest visible beneath his jacket.

"You're right, if that was my type..." she placed a finger against his skin; he sighed at her touch.

"...I'd have fallen for your brother too."

He snorted a laugh. She did so too, her head falling against his shoulder as they both chuckled at her audacious joke.

"I see..." Sam murmured through a half-smile.

"So you've fallen for Hawks, have you?" As he said this, his hand found its way to her hip.

With a quiet scoff, she raised her head from his shoulder. Her eyes were closed when she uttered;

"No, you bone-head..." And when she opened them again, her gaze immediately went to his lips.

"I was talking about you."

The subtle smell of jasmine was intoxicating. It caught in this throat and threatened to snatch at his breath as he inhaled deeply. But Sam kept his voice an easy drawl when he responded with;

"I'm both flattered and insulted that you've fallen for my repulsive, unattractive and unsuccessful self."

When she laughed, her body seem to settle further into his.

"I'm a woman of standards, what can I say?"

When she smiled, he took her by the chin.

"You don't need to say anything..."

When she glanced his smirking lips once more, he guided her face closer.

"Come here."

And when he finally pressed his mouth to hers, nothing felt more right.

He kissed her gently, tentatively and sweetly, making sure not to rush as he indulged himself in her taste. One hand at her back, and the other placed lightly on her jawline. When she did pulled away, he made sure not to chase her.

"Have we ever kissed before?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam smiled, his hand brushing back the hair that had fallen into her face as she timidly lowered her head.

"Twice," he answered simply, truthfully.

"Because of my quirk?" She added.

He gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Yes and no."

Calliope gave a frustrated sigh at his cryptic response and let her head fall softly against his lips. He kissed her forehead lightly and pulled her closer.

As their bodies pressed up against one another's, a surge of electricity seemed to flow through them. This time, when Calliope raised her head to reclaim his lips, all hesitancy and restraint had vanished.

Far more confident than the previous press of the lips, and alarming bold considering their location, their hungry kisses drove away all sense of reason. Despite being lost in the feel of her body beneath his roaming hands, Sam was still conscious enough to be glad of the fact Calliope's mouth moved just as eagerly as his. And when he chanced a cautious roll of his tongue against her lips, the noise she made didn't sound like that of protest. She welcomed the intrusion with a low moan that caused his hands to grip the curves of her body even tighter. Their teeth clinked together lightly as his mouth pulled into a grin; provoked by the feel of her biting down on his lower lip. When she did it a second time, his body had moved seemingly on its own accord. With his fingers dug into her hips, he pushed forwards until they fell back against the other side of the archway. A stumble of feet and a fumble of hands as Sam reached for her thigh.

The moonlight made them feral. When he lifted her leg, it instinctively wrapped around him. And when he pushed his hips into hers, her breath hitched. Her gasp filled his breathless mouth as his hand traveled higher. Fingertips grazed the thin layer of lace beneath her nightdress, making his head fall longingly into the crook of her slender neck. He fought back the urge to whisper his every carnal desire there and instead busied his mouth against her skin. Another sensuous purr from Calliope emboldened his other hand to take her other leg. He grasped it firmly, her fingers curling into his hair, and made to lift it over his other hip...

"Sam, my boy!"

The sudden intrusion caused the two startled lovers to jump apart and they turned their flushed, breathless faces just in time to see All Might's grinning face transform back to his frailer form with a small 'pop.' His loud, manly greeting still seemed to echo throughout the quiet courtyard.

Sam blinked sense back into him as he stared across at the UA teacher.

"Erm, heh. H-heya, All Might," he heaved, his breath hoarse and his eyes still slightly out of focus. "How long have you been..."

The skinny man held up a hand, whether to greet them or to dismiss them, Sam wasn't sure.

"Oh hey, you two. Don't mind me." All Might spoke casually as he made his way to shuffle past them with his hands dug deep into his far too-large-cargo pants.

Calliope shrunk against her side of the archway, Sam pressing himself against the other, as All Might's slouching form passed between them.

"Just gonna pay young Midoriya a visit..."

And by the time he had left them both alone in the moonlit courtyard again, the carnality of the moment just passed had completely evaporated.

"We should probably back," Calliope muttered, her hands smoothing the creases that had formed across her nightdress.

"Yeah. Course." Sam managed, and was glad that she still took his hand when he offered it to her.

They said nothing as they walked back to the dorm. Instead, they communicated by touch. A slow caress of a thumb, a gentle bump of the shoulders. When they eventually reached the doors to their separate rooms Calliope silenced the voice that enticed her to invite Sam into hers.

Tonight had already marked their first real kiss. And my goodness, it couldn't have been any realer. And though her body ached to feel him against her again so badly, their first kiss would have to be what she settled for. Calliope had always been a romantic. Due to the circumstances of her quirk, she had always dreamt about loving gazes and tender embraces. Therefore, as she lay in bed, once again troubled by an inability to sleep, though this time for an entirely different reason, she found herself blushing hard at the memory of their lustful encounter in the courtyard. Her thighs still radiated the heat put there by Sam's deft hands. When she draped an arm across her eyes, she remembered the way he had draped her leg around his hip and how they had pressed suggestively against hers. With a small groan, she rolled over and buried her face into her pillow. The restriction of air caused her breathing and heartbeat to finally slow. Eventually, she was welcomed by the sympathetic relief of sleep.