Back to the Present.

Dad called the Principal after class the next day. He wanted to get me out of the system as quickly as possible, but also did not want to handle everything in the world on top of the sports festival, which was in two weeks.

So the meeting would be right before. Because...that makes sense.

I don't like my principal very much if you couldn't tell. Dad's not even out of his bandages. He shouldn't even be walking!

Anyway, in the meantime, I still had to go to school. And my Dad did too. I'm pretty sure Recovery Girl was about to tie him down to the hospital bed, but that didn't stop him.

He seemed really keen on getting back up and running, and getting his students prepared for the Sports Festival.

The day of the meeting came around and I was called out of class earlier than normal. To meet with the principal.

Of course, I was in my history class, and Mr. Pompous Prick was there, smirking at me like he had dirt on me.

He and his friend jeered, saying something along the lines of, "Little miss perfect seemed to have ruined her streak," as I left. I was half tempted to do something about that.

But, the angel on my shoulder reminded me I was already on the way to the principal's office, and I really didn't want anyone to accompany me.

So I kept walking.

The principal greeted me kindly and invited me to sit down-

Oh, my God. Dad. you look like a mummy. Why are you here?

I'm not embarrassed or anything, but you shouldn't be out of school grounds.

I gave him a sympathetic look before sitting down.

"Thank you for joining us, Samiko. Now, we are here to discuss possible options for her schooling," She clarified with my father.

"Yes," he said, beneath all those bandages. My mouth began to twitch. "I was considering, with the attacks that have been happening, that she should stay with me, on U.A.'s grounds where the security is higher."

"Well, I think that would look a little too jarring and perhaps not optimal for her social life," The principal suggested any way a principal would.

I had to stifle a laugh before it escaped my lips. What social life?

"That may be true, but I believe her safety is more important in this case," my father said. I could hear how tight his voice was. Even though they were both instructors, he really didn't prefer this lady. Neither did I. She was bubbly, and sweet, and opinionated, and never wrong.

Not my type of person.

I sighed. There was so much more to life than being right.

After all, I almost always was right, I should know.

I'm unashamed to say that I sort of maybe zoned out as they bantered back and forth, trying to find a solution where everyone would be happy. I, of course, was never once brought into the conversation.

I sat there for what it felt like was hours (I think it was), signing me up for a part-time school attendance program the school had offered for me. The rest of the time, my education would be taken care of by my father and the teachers at U.A., including Advanced English, Algebra I, and I would take one class a day there-my science class for the upperclassmen.

And with this new program, and my ability, I would move up not one, but two grade levels. So I was now a ninth year, and would enroll into U.A. for the next year, I had decided.

Overall, my life was pretty set.

After another quick banter from my 'principal,' we set off with our papers and requirements (Apparently, my dad doesn't know how school works even though he's a teacher for God's sake).

And I was off.

.o0o.

The changes were effective, quite literally immediately. I was excused early and introduced to my new teacher after school ended that day, and I started the next week.

For now, I had to survive classes until then.

The Sports festival had just ended, which I watched from the podium with Hizashi and my Dad, which was kind of fun. I was able to see everything from up here.

I saw many of my dad's students fight others, fight each other, make connections and become friends, or rivals.

Three people in particular caught my eye. There was one that had green hair and had some kind of strength emissions quirk. The other ones were the two people he fought with. Endeavor's son, and-

"Shinsou-San?" I had asked aloud. Thank God the microphones were off at the time. It would have been so awkward otherwise.

I had forgotten about him, I realized. But I never forgot what he did. Strangely enough, I forgot. I have an incredible memory, but I forgot about him.

Now that he was standing right there like he owned the place against Midoriya-San, I finally remembered again. I remember what he did for me. And here he was, at U.A.

It was...kind of enlightening.

It was interesting to see the candidates of who was going to be the next generation of heroes.

It was strange that I would probably get to meet some of the first hand.

Of course, I didn't want to be a hero. It was a lot of work only for the media for you to either get in your face or rake you through the mud-like they were doing with U.A.-and I did not like the media. I kept up on news just to be informed. I never got involved.

Not to say I didn't like heroes. I loved them. My dad was a hero. Heroes kept society safe and crime down to a minimum. They were essential t controlling villain activity, so of course, I support heroes. I just don't want to be one.

Anyhow, the sports festival was...enjoyable. It was refreshing.

Back in my "life," if that's what people can call school nowadays, somehow my entire class knew I was transferring to only part-time schooling. I had people I'd never seen before calling me by name and droning me with questions.

I had no idea that I was the smartest person in this class-possibly my grade-and knew literally no one.

But I was strangely okay with that, not going to lie. People….don't really mix well with me. They're just not smart or quiet enough.

The history teacher decided to ask about U.A.'s Sports Festival; if we had watched it or knew anyone who had.

I kept quiet, as per normal.

"Aizawa is sure to know," an all too familiar voice said. "After all, she'll be living there now that she's leaving."

I glared at him hard and long.

The teacher looked at me. "Did you watch it, Aizawa?"

I blinked slowly, my mouth twitching as I looked at her slowly, nodding.

"Yes," I said, "I was there."

"Well, what was it like?!" She asked excitedly.

I nodded again, hesitantly. "It was...interesting. I enjoyed the obstacle course this year."

That kid snorted. "You would."

My head snapped to him. "How would you know?"

I immediately regretted that. He was very much not worth my time.

"Because you just said so," he proclaimed proudly. The class laughed.

My blood boiled.

"Useless idiot," I spat, barely under my breath.

I knew he heard it when he spun around faster than I could repeat myself, his eyes filled with fury.

"What did you just say?!" He commanded.

I ignored him, but my mouth twitched.

"Say it again!" He shouted.

I said nothing.

"Asmit, please," my teacher pleaded, "let's sit down and get on with the lesson."

And so he did, with a kind, "Yes, Ma'am."

I grimaced. "Kiss-ass," I said under my breath. I knew he didn't hear that one.

The lesson started. Granted, it was boring, but I did take the notes and I did get the work done. Before time, mind you.

After what seemed like hours, it was our free period. I liked to go outside and sit in the corner, maybe hum a tune to myself, enjoying the fresh air and quiet time as I ate my lunch.

I was the first out of the class, and heard quick footsteps behind me.

"Hey!"

Oh, wonderful.

I kept walking, weaving through the crowds of people like I had done it a million times before.

"Hey, you! Aizawa!"

He was right behind me.

I ignored him again.

"What did you say about me? Go on, tell me. What did you say? I want to know."

"Well, isn't that special," I said quietly.

He went still, but continued to follow me. "Alright don't tell me. That's fine. Since you're better than us, we don't need to know what you do or say or anything, right?" He tried to jeer and jab at me, but he was being completely honest.

So I said, "Yeah, absolutely."

That tipped him off.

"Hey," he said, 'menacingly,' grabbing my roughly by my shoulder and spinning me around, "I don't know who you think you are or anything, but don't mess with me."

I immediately shrugged him off and snarled, "Don't touch me."

His face lit up in a revelation. I stepped away from him quickly, shrugging my lunch bag over my shoulder (A/N: it's one of those ones that have a big strap) and making an inconspicuous run for my safe place.

He grabbed my arm quickly.

"What's your problem? You just too insecure in yourself you've gotta look for daddy's approval since you don't have a mommy to run to, that you're acting like you're better than me?"

I tried to yank my arm out of his grip. "Don't touch me!"

He grabbed my other arm and tried to taunt me even further.

I was past my breaking point. I ripped my arm out of his hold violently, landing a painful blow to his face.

He recoiled, holding his face gingerly.

I was standing there, above him, shaking with rage.

"I said," I snarled, "Don't touch me."

He glared at me with enmity, a growl emitting from between his clenched teeth.

"Why you-"

I put my fists up in preparation for a fight. I got into a low stance.

He threw a sloppy and predictable punch at my face, and we went back and forth. We were in the back of the school, so no one was there to witness it but him, me and his friend.

He handed a punch to my stomach that I totally saw coming, but did nothing to move. He suddenly grabbed me again and pressed me up against the wall.

My arms were pinned, so I leaned down and bit him in the arm, kicking him roughly in the stomach.

He fell back again, bent over in half. He stopped me and I fell to the ground. I stood back up immediately. I made the mistake of standing up next to him, because he was able to sweep my feet out from under me. I landed uncouthly on my rear, my wrist popping. In not a good way.

I laid back against the pavement I just landed on, trying to gather myself before he recovered.

He recovered.

I crawled over me, pinning my arms down, his leg pinning both of mine down.

I was able to slide an arm out from underneath me and was just about to all but shove his nose into his skull, but he was pulled off of me.

Apparently, we were too invested in our fight to notice the administration officers whistling, shouting, and running at us to try and get us to stop. While he was being held back by a friend of his and a male administrator, thrashing and pulling against them, a female administrator hugged me close to her, trying to keep me contained and also calm.

Adrenaline was rushing through my veins. My stomach was bruised, I was fairly certain that at some point, he handed a hit to my face so my lip was busted and bleeding, and my eye was sore. It must have been blackened.

As I calmed down and he calmed down, after a bit of shouting and shaking of the boy, he stopped trying to get to me, but he never stopped glaring at me.

I returned the gesture, shaking off the administrator as I stood shakily to my feet.

"You don't need to touch me," I said quietly and politely, moving my arm out of her reach. She nodded, keeping her arms near me in case I was unsteady. I stood tall and proud.

"I have my father's approval. I have everything I need," I told him. "And when I say something, I mean it. Don't. Touch. Me."

The administrator ushered me away gruffly but carefully as I wiped my lip.

.o0o.

A/N: Aizawa's POV up next. How will he react to his only daughter getting into a fight?