This was how she always imagined Sunday's mornings to feel like. Many of her romantic novels described something similar to this, though this was far better.

Outside, the birds were singing and the sun shone brightly from behind the occasional cloud. They drifted across the sky as lazily as Calliope's fingers did across her lover's bare skin.

Sam lay with his arm around her as her smiling face pressed neatly against his chest. It rose and fell gently under her cheek as he continued to sleep peacefully. She took the chance to study his handsome face without the use of her visor. She delicately traced his jaw with her finger, her nail subtly scraping at the stubble that was beginning to show again there. Her eyes roamed silently over his fair skin and messy hair. Her lips softly pressed against the corners of his mouth.

A low moan sounded in his throat and she averted her eyes instinctively.

"Good morning," he mumbled. She watched his lips pull into a sleepy smile.

"Good morning," she returned.

And when he turned his head to kiss her, her morning got even better.

By the time her head fell back against the pillows as the last of her moan escaped her lips, both she and Sam were wide awake. He grinned down at her as he stroked a hand over her disheveled locks.

"I love you, beautiful." He cooed softly.

Her body still trembled slightly as the last few waves of pleasure ebbed away leaving her light-headed and slightly dazed. Still, she managed to return the sentiment and he kissed her lovingly for the effort.

Her leg slipped from his hip as he rose from the bed and made his way over to the bathroom. When he returned back, Calliope had finally managed to slip into a robe and brew a pot of coffee.

She sipped at the hot beverage as Sam's lips touched at her shoulder. When he stole her mug from her, she playfully threw a kick his way. Of course, he evaded it without spilling a drop and she jokingly cursed him on her way to the bathroom.

Upon reentering the room freshly showered, she was greeted by both brothers. Luckily, she had pulled on a robe beforehand. Russ cast a warm smile in her direction from his seat in the armchair, while a still semi-dressed Sam stood by the window next to him.

"Good morning, Calli" Russ greeted, turning his eyes back to his coffee as she pulled her robe around her tighter.

"I assume you slept well?"

She threw him a playfully scolding look as she ran a comb through her long hair. Sam clicked his tongue as his younger brother laughed lightly.

The rest of the day was spent huddled around a laptop screen while they answered e-mails, watched movies and streamed playlists. When Sam offered to head into the city alone to replenish their snacks, Russ and Calliope had nestled together in the patch of evening sun that was cast across her bed.

"It's safe to say that this trip proved far more than we bargained for," he sighed as she rested her head against his shoulder.

"No kidding," Calliope replied with a drowsy Sunday smile.

"Things will be all okay now though." Russ declared. And, if Calliope had learnt anything about the younger sibling in her time spent with him, it was that when The Great Papyrus declared anything in such a way, it usually came true.

The final week at UA was spent enjoying the good weather and the good company. Afternoon lessons with the American team were mainly spent goofing off. Though they still trained, most of the activities they had planned were mainly for fun. For the entire 5 days, no one was sent to the nurse's office. Additionally, Sam didn't nap at all during any of them. Every last minute was spent talking, laughing and sharing wisdom with the younger students. They went over all that they had learnt in the past several months. The teachers could only praise the class' progress. As a final reward, Sam finally caved at their collective request to witness him use him ultimate attack. After firing a blast into the air like a bright, white beacon, the students then took turns to ride the enormous, beastly skull through the air. Sam had fallen immediately into a deep sleep that night as Calliope ran her hands through his hair.

When the morning of their departure finally came around, the students of Class 1A, as well as some of the teachers, gathered at the gates of UA. They formed a semi circle around the American team as they awaited their taxi to the train station.

"Well," Russ began, as the many sad faces stared back at them, "it's been a pleasure."

Calliope felt hot tears begin to roll down her cheeks from beneath her visor.

"Heh. You're all destined for bright futures, that's for sure." Sam grinned.

And it was Calliope who made towards the class first. She strode over to the nearest students and threw her arms around them. It was Todoroki and Yaoyorozu; the first two students to ever approach her. She then embraced a teary Deku; a boy she knew would go far in life. Next, Kaminari and Kirishima; sweet young boys that never failed to make her smile. Ochako, Mina and Hagakure; three, wonderful young girls that felt like sisters to her. The loveable Sero and even Mineta, who behaved himself under the watchful eyes of his teachers. Sato, who's cakes were always delicious. Tokoyami, Shouji and Ojiro who were always so polite and respectful. The sweet Kouda and flamboyant Aoyama who always complimented her shimmering scales. Iida, Tsu and Jirou who had always been the voices of reason and shown so much support. And finally, Bakugo; the boy who shared her secret. When her arms went around his neck and hugged him tightly, he had simply placed a reluctant hand at her back. But when she whispered her thanks for all that he had done, she felt his head gently nod as he softly grunted a farewell. When she turned her head to kiss his cheek, his jaw stiffened under her lips.

"I'm going to miss you all so much," She croaked as her two teammates shook hands and returned hugs. Many of the students were crying openly, even Russ' eyes sparkled in the early morning sun.

"You're welcome to come back anytime," the principal called as Sam, Russ and Calliope climbed into their taxi. Aizawa nodded at his side while All Might and Midnight waved their hands sadly. As the car pulled away, Calliope he buried her face into Russ' shoulder as Sam held tightly onto her hand.

Her eyes remained wet for most of the train journey to the air port. The carriage had rocked Sam to sleep leaving Russ to silently comfort Calliope with a gentle hand.

As they boarded the plane, Calliope's fear of flying was seemingly overpowered by her perpetual sadness. However, once the engines began to whir loudly, Sam and Russ both had to hold her hands during take-off. And when turbulence shook the cabins, she instinctively grabbed at their arms. Luckily, after a strong drink, she managed to finally get some sleep.

She woke up to the pilot's announcement that they were to be landing soon. Sam's head lolled on her shoulder as he continued to snooze while Russ peered out the window at the passing clouds. Calliope kept her eyes form the view as it only reignited her anxiety. Once they touched down, she immediately relaxed and relinquished her grip from her teammates' arms.

The paparazzi hounded them as soon as they exited the airport. Sam pulled his hood over his head and cursed them quietly as they weaved their way slowly to the private car Undyne had arranged for them. She heard the name 'Medusa' being called as Russ and Sam let her climb into the car first. The flash of the cameras continued up until the last Skelebro had clambered into the back seat and gave the driver their address. As they pulled away from the dazzling lights, Sam wound down the window and stuck out his hand. Calliope didn't need to see to know what gesture he had cast towards the paparazzi. Russ scolded him for most of the way back to their apartment but Sam only grinned from beneath his hood.

Their apartment was nothing like she'd imagined. For some reason, she'd pictured a modest building in red brick. But of course, the Gaster brothers were two of the most successful heroes in America; they're home certainly showed that. The building was sleek and stylish, towering beside an ocean view. The corridors were lined with clean, white walls and monochromatic print carpet. When they reached the door to their apartment, Russ had turned to Calliope with a cheerful smile.

"Welcome back, Calli."

And he pushed open the door to their home.

Undyne had kept her promise; the place was spotlessly clean. Though she had no recollection of ever being here, Calliope couldn't help but find the smells that greeted her familiar.

"Not bad, hm?" Russ grinned as he threw down his bags onto their large corner sofa.

Calliope cast her eyes around the large lounge with its glossy table tops and sleek furniture. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled her toes into the soft carpet underfoot. Sam was already in his slippers and was studying the contents of the fridge.

"Looks like we're ordering food tonight," he called over his shoulder.

"Fine by me," Russ stated, flicking through the hefty pile of mail Undyne had left on the coffee table for them. He frowned as he sorted them into three piles.

"We can go through all this mail together while we eat," he suggested. His brother grimaced.

"In the meantime..." Russ mused, squinting at a pink envelope covered in hearts, "why don't you show Calliope to her room." The envelope was tossed into the middle pile.

The sound of a can opening sounded from beside her. She turned to see Sam taking a long swig of beer. With a small jerk of his head and a lazy grin, he gestured for Calliope to follow him.

Theirs rooms were positioned along a short hallway; the two brother's rooms on one side and Calliope's on the other. A spacious bathroom was located at the end of the hall. She eyed the bathtub with longing; she'd definitely be soaking in it later, up to her eyeballs in bubbles...

When Sam pointed at her door, she pushed it open and a strange sensation washed over her. Though she'd never set eyes on the room before, it's familiarity was uncanny. It was her down to a T- from the cream walls and the lush, hanging green plants to the mosaic patterned mirrors and leather bound books.

"I'll leave you to get reacquainted," Sam smiled, planting a kiss on her shoulder before turning to leave.

The next half an hour was spent looking though her drawers, her closet, her shelves. She ran her hands along her neatly folded clothes, the beautiful dresses she'd hung up and arranged by colour and the alphabetically ordered novels. How fortunate she was to be blessed with such a home, such a family.

The brothers called her as a knock at the door informed them that their food had arrived. Russ had ordered pizza. They ate in front of the T.V, though no one was actually watching it. Instead they passed around the fan mail that they had received whilst they were away. Most of the letters were from enamoured fangirls; the pink envelope had been for Sans. His eyes had scanned it quickly, his lips twitching all the while. Russ had even opened a letter to have a raunchy photo fall into his lap. On the back of it was a message that made the younger Skelebro blush.

"Good lord..." he muttered, tossing it aside onto the ever growing pile of opened mail.

"How often do you get these?" Calliope asked, grinning at the brother's reactions.

"Every day." Sam replied, dropping his pizza crust back into the box.

Calliope looked over the dozen letters she had received. Most of them were also from women, but the messages were far tamer. In fact, her fans were immensely sweet. Many of them wrote to tell her just how happy they were to hear that she was okay and wished her a safe return back to America. One of the letters was a lengthy love letter that made her shift uncomfortable.

"Do you ever answer them?" She asked, folding the love letter back up and setting it aside.

"Occasionally," Russ replied.

Sam shook his head.

Once the pizza was eaten and everything was cleared away, Calliope turned to the brothers and asked if she could run a bath.

Laughing, they turned to her.

"Calli, this is your home too." They reminded her.

The fragrant water was delightful. She had lit candles and poured wine. There was even a vinyl record player in the corner of the room that sang sweetly too her as she ran her hands along her tired limbs.

By the time she stepped out, dressed in a golden, satin nightgown, the water and wine had left her wonderfully drowsy.

As she glimpsed towards the large windows that overlooked the sea, she saw that the sun had already set.

"Feel better?" Russ asked, leaning against the door frame of his room. Calliope saw the bold colours and neatly arranged decor behind him. She nodded sleepily, still cradling her glass of wine in her fingers. She stepped towards him to rest her face against his chest. After a short embrace, they kissed each other's faces lightly and bid each other goodnight.

When she pushed open the door to her room, she had hoped to see Sam already there. Finishing her glass, she turned and stared at his closed door. When sheer willpower didn't get it to open, she made towards it and quietly turned the handle.

He was laid against the headboard of his bed, his eyes cast into a book who's title she couldn't make out, though she was sure it was of the sci-fi genre.

"Knock knock," she called softly.

Lowering his book, he threw a smile her way.

"Heya, beautiful."

She closed the door behind her as he beckoned her over. When she slumped into his arms, sleep embraced her shortly after.