Ch. 9

.o0o.

Being a father was not something I was planning for in the grand scheme of my life.

Of course, now that I am one, I knew there were things I needed to do to provide for my daughter and make sure she was properly cared for.

Even if that included moving several times, homeschooling, and monitoring her daily activities by keeping her phone's location on at all times. I knew the risks. But since I was now keeping Samiko home more often, we could probably get by without her location being on anymore. If she stayed in U.A. with her phone's location on, it would be a security issue.

It wouldn't be too big of a problem to keep her hidden from the kids at U.A., though. She almost never came into the school, and whenever she did, it was after hours. Not many students knew I lived on-campus--much less with my daughter--and she had no ambition to be an active participant in school activities.

In fact, she anticipated avoiding my students, in particular, at any cost. I personally didn't care. I think it would be good for her to meet them, but I wouldn't push her past her limit. She isn't really a people person, and she is pretty well adjusted, so I will leave her be for now.

I was trying to get the remaining bandages on my face out of my way as I graded papers on my lunch break. The students were at their lunch break.

I stopped with a tired sigh when my phone rang.

It was….Samiko's school?

I closed my eyes, just imagining what they had to say.

I answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Aizawa-San?"

"Yes."

"Aizawa-San, this is Principal Nato from--"

"My daughter's school, yes I know who you are," I interrupted. Introductions when you already know someone are irrational and unnecessary. "Is there a reason why you are calling?"

"Why, in fact, yes…"

.o0o.

"A fight?"

"Yes," I said to Nezu, "I don't know the full story, but apparently, Samiko has injured someone. I am requesting permission to head down to her school and figure out what happened--if you don't mind, Nezu-Sama."

"Hm…" He sipped his tea. "This seems out of character for Sami-Chan, wouldn't you say?"

"It is. That's why I need to head down and see what happened. People have a habit of over exaggerating."

"Samiko isn't foolish--she probably had a just reason. Alright. You may go."

I bowed. "Thank you."

"Oh, one more thing."

I looked at him again.

"Make sure she is disciplined properly--if necessary, that is."

.o0o.

Samiko P.O.V.

I was escorted to the principal's office, where a counselor came with a first aid kit and treated me there. The principal would be with me shortly, and my father would be notified to pick me up.

The kid--I found out his name was Asmit Aoki--was treated in the nurse's office with a bed, a fresh change of clothes (I think I tore his jacket somehow), and a nice woman to treat him. Meanwhile, I got a stuffy old women's office and stiff chair to sit in.

The counselor treated me with a knock off first aid kit. She was being surprisingly rough on my lip and bruised eye, and I tried to convey that without being rude or babyish. I knew that I had done something bad by starting a fight, and that she definitely did not want to handle a fight today.

But alas, here we are.

After a while, Aoki was brought to the office, The principal escorting him there, all but treating him like a prince.

"Why don't you sit here while you wait for your parents, dear? Thank you so much. Are you feeling okay? Just make sure you take care of those broken ribs when you get home. You don't want to get even more hurt now."

Note: she didn't spare a single glance in my direction.

However, I was proud of myself for being able to break his ribs from a single kick. Dad would be proud under different circumstances, definitely. I was looking down, so my smile was hidden from view.

His parents showed up within minutes, his mother doting on him immediately. That's what it was.

That's why he was so cocky. Everyone told him he was perfect. So he thought he was. He never had to take responsibility for anything. So he didn't.

It actually explained a lot.

"Who did this to you? Who would dare hurt my precious boy like this?" She cooed endlessly.

"Tell me, Asmit," His father chimed in, "Where's the boy who did this."

I had to bite my already swelling lip to stop myself from laughing. What boy? I thought this was a catfight.

I bit my knuckle at my internal monologue. It took so much self-control to keep myself from laughing, but I did it.

When the parents finally realized I was the person to be blamed for the injuries, I could feel his mother's eyes on me.

"Her?" she asked in disbelief. "She did this to you?"

Asmit said nothing, but the silence seemed to confirm the suspicion.

"That's what happens when you don't raise your girls how they should be raised," Asmit's father--Aoki-San--spoke up. I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but frankly, I was worried that it would be something that I wouldn't like. He continued, "To live at home and take care of the household."

I clenched my fists against my skirt, my fingernails digging into the flesh of my palm even through the fabric of my skirt. How dare he!Don't show emotion. Don't do something you're going to regret. Wait for Dad. He'll handle it.Don't do something you'll regret.

"What is the meaning of this?"

I looked up in anticipation at my father's voice in the doorway. It was like a million pounds were taken off of my shoulders.

"Daddy…?" I said quietly.

He walked in like he owned the place, glancing at the others in the room and nodding to them respectfully before kneeling in front of me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me, brushing my hair out of my face and inspecting the forming bruise on my eye.

"Yeah," I said just as quietly. I felt the eyes of the family next to us on us, watching our exchange in disdain. "Just a little sore."

"That's good." He glanced back to the other family, then to the principal, standing at full height. "What happened here?" He demanded.

Principal Nato gestured to the seat next to me, since the other family was already seated. "Please, sit down."

"I'll stand, thanks," Dad said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest.

I stiffened. Someone was in for it today. And I wasn't entirely convinced it wasn't me.

"During free hour, Samiko attacked Asmit and started a brawl. As you can see, Asmit has been injured and needed specialized medical attention--"

"So we're ignoring the black eye and bruised lip on Samiko?" Dad spoke gruffly. "Because if we are, I would appreciate it if you would clarify that before we start the discussion."

Oh, shi--

"Surely, it was in self-defense," Asmit's mother spoke up to defend him as any indulgent mother would, "He would never hit anyone, much less a girl."

"If Samiko were male, I would make the same argument. Leave her gender out of this."

Yeah. I'm so grounded.

"But, but that's just not like him! He would never--" she said desperately before she was cut off by the Principal of all people.

"That's what every parent says, Aoki-San, yet here we are. Aizawa-San," she turned to my father. ''Your daughter is injured, but she has broken two of Asmit-Kun's ribs, and broke his nose. That is far more severe than what injuries were inflicted on Samiko."

I could feel my father fuming behind me. That was an...incorrect answer, if that's how you put it.

"Besides, Aizawa," Aiko-San spoke up, "You don't even know what happened. That girl of yours attacked him. Have you no shame to punish her for such unladylike actions?"

"You're right. I don't know what happened," He realized, ignoring the rest of the man's statement. He went quiet for a beat longer than I thought he would. "Samiko."

I almost flinched.

"Will you tell us all what actually happened? If what they say is true, it is very out of character, for even you."

"Yes, I hit him first," I said. Asmit's mother gasped.

"See?" His father spoke up, pointing an accusing finger at me. "She admits to it!"

"But," I said before he could continue, "it was not unprovoked. I was trying to eat my lunch when he started taunting and harassing me. I tried to ignore him and he grabbed my shoulder. After telling him not to touch me, he refused, grabbing both of my arms and trying to control me. I got loose and broke his nose."

The room was quiet for one split-second longer than would be believable on Asmit's part. "L-Liar! I didn't do any of that!"

I clenched my jaw. I hated liars, but I really hated liars that were stupid enough to accuse me, whose side-effect of my quirk is truth-telling, of lying. It infuriated me.

But my Dad was there. And for now, he was quiet.

"Well, then," he said gently to the kid, "What did happen?"

"She--she flipped it! I was trying to have my own lunch, and she approached me! She called me names and I told her to leave. She wasn't worth my time! Why would she be! Then she got mad and punched me!"

"And you obviously didn't fight back, did you?" My dad patronized him.

"Well, n-no, not really. Just to defend myself!" He insisted.

That was a lie. I took for offense, then I went defense when he tried to punch me for a second time.

"I see." My dad sighed, putting a hand on my shoulder. Depending on what side you were on, it could be seen as a controlling or punishing gesture, or it could be a protective one, like I saw it as.

Like I knew it was.

"I don't need Samiko to tell me that you're a bad liar. If you didn't already know, which is probable, she cannot lie. It's part of her quirk--a mutation, yes, but apart of her quirk nonetheless."

The look on Asmit's face was priceless.

"So what happened again?" He asked the boy.

"I...I hit her after she hit me. And we got into a brawl…"

"Hm. Samiko?"

"He's right. He hit me in the stomach and on my face a few times. It happened kind of fast...it's a little fuzzy for me. He pinned me against a wall and I kicked him in the ribs. He...he managed to get me on the ground and we almost started wrestling. Then the administration caught us."

"And brought you here, is that correct?"

"Correct," I said meekly.

"Well. Now that that's settled--"

"Wait!"

I interrupted my dad. I actually interrupted him and I did it on purpose. I knew I would be in for it later, but I had to say something before anyone else did.

"Before we continue, I want to make it clear that what I did was...not the right thing. I refuse to apologize to Asmit, but I do take responsibility for my part in this. Even though I know that he won't, and perhaps it won't change in the punishment for me," I bowed in my seat facing the Principal. "I apologize for my actions, but not towards him."

"Well, I'm not the one that needs an apology," Principal Nato said calmly, "You are going to have to apologize to Asmit-Kun one way or another."

I paused. Did I not make it clear that I wasn't going to?

"Did she not make it clear she refused to?" Dad defended using my thoughts ver-Batum. "She took responsibility for her own actions--what more do you want? I can't tell you how to run your life, but if you think you can get away with playing favorites in a career such as this, I can tell you, you do not deserve this position."

My eyes were wide at this point in time. He seriously told my principal that she didn't deserve her job. Dang, I knew my dad was harsh, but I didn't know my dad could expel my principal.

Needless to say, Nato-Sama was stunned speechless.

"I understand what you are trying to accomplish here," My father continued, a bit softer in tone, "but in the real world, people aren't going to apologize to one another if they don't feel it necessary. Samiko is especially stubborn in this way, and I am not going to make her apologize to Aoki."

She was still silent.

"My son deserves an apology," His mother demanded. "It doesn't matter what he did--you hurt him!"

I looked at the lady like she was crazy. With who her husband and son were, I wouldn't be surprised if she actually was. Kind of a pity, really.

"And the fact that he could potentially be charged for sexual harassment if we decided to pull such strings doesn't dissuade you from that fact?" I asked her. I was out of turn, very much so, but I wasn't incorrect.

She went quiet. I had that effect on people. I'm sure she hadn't thought about it in that way before.

"If he won't apologize, I won't make him. After all, I can't parent your child for you," Dad said pointedly.

The family didn't respond. The father least of all.

"Aizawa-San, Samiko-Chan," The principal addressed us, "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the room, so we can get both sides of the story separately. See what happened."

"You--" he cut himself off and sighed. "Fine. Samiko."

That was my cue. I stood up, carefully and walked out of the room, my dad behind me steadily.

.o0o.

We took a seat outside of the office and I began slowly relax. To be out of the same vicinity of that family was relief in and of itself.

"Irrationality is never good to see, but to see it in the school system is ridiculous," My Dad spat distastefully.

He ran a hand through his hair and I looked up at him. "How--how are your bandages?" I asked quietly.

He sighed again. "Still there. They should be off by tomorrow or the next day." He looked down at me after a second. "How about you? Are you okay?"

I looked down, where my arms were crossed over my stomach. "I'm a little nauseous, and my eye is sore."

"Did you get any treatment for it?"

"Sami?"

"They put a cream on my eye and pitched up my lip, but I don't think they knew about him hitting me in the stomach."

Dad sighed again. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you even get an ice pack or anything?"

"No…" I admitted quietly.

He sighed again, heavier, angrier.

It was several moment before he spoke again.

"For all we know, you could have a concussion, Sami. And they don't bother to do shit. I knew they didn't like me, but I thought it wouldn't trickle down to you. This is my fault, Samiko. I'm sorry."

I looked at my dad who looked distraught, upset, and angry.

I decided to leave it be. If it was that important, he would tell me later.

We were silent for a little while. I was leaning back and messing with my hair-tie and wrists, my dad was rethinking his life (probably).

There wasn't much to say, except that it wasn't totally my fault.

"So what happened? Where did it start?" he inquired.

"He's the one that's been getting on my nerves from being better than everyone else," I told him.

He hummed his understanding.

"But he decided to call me out in class today, and made me talk in front of the class. You know how I feel about stuff like that."

"Yes, I do."

"So I...called him a name? I didn't even know he heard me though. Then, during free period, he came to talk to me about it but I tried to avoid him, because I knew it would end badly if I didn't."

"So you did try to avoid the fight?"

"Yes."

"Go on."

I recalled the events of the day to him. He nodded thoughtfully.

"But you kicked his ass, right?" was his final question.

I almost laughed but my head was hurting, so I didn't. "Even though the fight ended prematurely, I'd say so."

"Good," My dad nodded. "Kid needed a hit to his pride."

I actually did laugh that time. "Your right."

"Always am."

.o0o.

We were called back to the office where my Dad took the reins. He was better at talking to people, since he could lie. He didn't, but he did tend to avoid certain questions. Which runs in the family, I might add.

In the end, I was expelled for throwing the first punch--which meant I wouldn't be taking classes there and be homeschooled full-time--and that he would be forever the favorite with his pride running the school as long as his parents had a hand in the pie of their finances (which I didn't know they did until then).

It made a lot more sense in the long run, I have to say. It doesn't make it right, but it did make sense.

I knew Dad had something planned for the school's demise in one way or another, but I didn't ask, nor did I use my quirk. My head was hurting too much and my stomach was doing somersaults.

We got to the car and I was doing my absolute best to maintain my sense of equilibrium. I didn't want my dad to worry too much about me, but nothing could escape his ever-watchful eye.

"We're getting you to Recovery Girl the moment we get to U.A. No arguments."

I nodded, compliant. I was out of energy to contradict anyway.

Or so I thought.

"Samiko," dad said, starting the car but not driving anywhere, "even though you weren't entirely in the wrong, and you took responsibility for what you did, you are not exempt from punishment by me; I hope you know that," He told me evenly.

"I know, Sir," I said.

"So. I've decided your punishment."

Here it comes.

"You're coming to my class tomorrow."

My head snapped to him immediately.

"WHAT?!"

.o0o.

A/N: sorry for being late on the update: the computer I use for writing is my school one and it blocked all fanfiction type sites so I couldn't update. thank you for your patience. don't forget to leave a review of what you would like to see in future chapters!Have a great day! Stay Strong!