Ch. 10
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He knew that I didn't like his classes. At all. They were big, and loud, and stupid, and overwhelming, and that I didn't like any of those things. I'm pretty sure I have a borderline concussion right now--What is he thinking?!
"WHAT?!"
"It's not like you have anything else to do," He said matter of factly, looking back at me, despite my outburst. "It'll be good for you, Samiko. There are people with lots of potential there. And you don't have to do or say anything if you don't want to. I'll just have you grade papers while I teach. It's a win-win."
"Only for you!"
He glared at me as he pulled out of the parking lot of the school. "We'll discuss this when you're feeling better. And if you keep yelling, you'll hurt your voice."
I slumped back in my seat with a groan. Why is he always right?!
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Aizawa P.O.V
We drove to U.A. in complete silence after I told her her punishment. That probably was not the best idea, but I did look at her in the passenger seat periodically to make sure she didn't pass out from a concussion or anything.
I barely got her to Recovery Girl's office in one piece. She didn't pass out, but she almost did.
She did a quick examination, kissed her forehead, and let her rest behind the curtain. I was waiting outside.
The door opened and I stood up.
Recovery Girl spoke before I could. "You're right," she said, "She has a mild concussion. She's got a big bruise on her stomach too, but I healed most of that. She's sleeping now. I'm thinking of doing her yearly physical after she wakes up, if that's okay with you."
"Fine by me. She should be okay though?"
"Just a little sore tomorrow, but nothing that's crippling."
"Good. I wanted her to meet my class tomorrow," I said, looking at my buzzing phone.
"I thought she wanted to avoid your students? I mean, I can't blame her."
I put it back away and said, "It's her punishment for starting the fight. But, I'm not going to make her do anything beyond say hello and be with the classroom with me."
"Ah. Well, keep an eye on her. A few of those students are a bit iffy in my opinion."
I knew what she meant. Samiko was growing up, and growing up fast. She was 12 and had grown into her curves already--wider hips and a slim waist, her bust growing as well. I had to go bra shopping with her the other day.
I knew that boys were boys and would be, but Samiko hasn't mentioned anyone cat-calling or saying or doing anything inappropriate because of it yet, so I just let her be. I thought the fight was about something along those lines, but I turned out to be wrong, and I'm glad for it.
But, I knew that teenage boys were especially...prone to noticing things like that. Boys would be boys, but that didn't mean I liked it. I knew I had to watch her, and watch them. Them moreso. She was competent and typically didn't pick fights, but if she should, then she could handle herself.
"I know. She can handle herself, though," I told Recovery Girl.
"I know," she assured, "And I'm not saying anything against your students either."
"No, I understand. A few of them are people I have to watch in that sense. Thank you for your concern," I said quietly.
"Not a problem. Now, get in here. Those bandages need to be changed."
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Samiko woke up a few hours after dark--only around 8:00 PM or so--and Recovery Girl gave her her physical. She was overall healthy, and she was probably going to start her period soon, in which she gave some pads and a pamphlet to her, as well as an invite to her office any time she needed help, now that she would be staying at U.A. full time.
She was still somewhat groggy from Chiyo's quirk, so by the time we got to the apartment, I was carrying her to her room.
This reminded me of when I first got her. She was only four, and she was so small. She was surprisingly clingy, but she never imposed or assumed anything. Even now, she was still small, but she was growing up, and no one could deny that.
I was able to wake her up enough to get her to change into her pajamas, and that was just about the last of her energy. She immediately crawled into bed, and fell asleep almost immediately.
I sat on the bed next to her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. My fingers trickled down the left side of her face as I observed the small scar that ran over her eyelid, and the small bruise that was on her brow bone.
She's suffered so much. I could have stopped so much of it, too.
My expression fell before I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm so proud of you," I whispered to her.
She shifted just a little bit in her bed, curling up in the covers, pulling them from the other side of the bed, and cocooning herself in them.
A smile tugged at my lips as my eyes trailed to the picture o her nightstand. The one that Oboro took of her over 15 years ago. It looked like it was brand new.
Just like how it felt like yesterday when we took that picture. Planning our futures. Our agency. Mira would fund it and create it. Oboro took care of building it. I would do the hero work for now. Hizashi did the publicity and paperwork. We had it made.
(Picture can be found on my Instagram, @w0lv35_0f_l16h7 if you care)
Then...Oboro was killed. Our dreams came crashing down. Mira blamed herself. She should have saved him, she thought.
But really, there was nothing that could be done. What was done was done.
It wasn't long after that we broke up. It wasn't much longer after that when Samiko was born, I realized.
Samiko was a great kid. She was smart, and even, and well behaved. At first, I was wary of raising her--on my own, as a hero--then I realized that Mira had done it. On her own. As a Hero.
I wasn't competitive. That fact alone just gave me a reason to aspire to be like her. She handled so much. I can only try and make it up to her.
I set the picture back down on the table, silently noting the similarities that she and Samiko held--her eyebrows and nose, mostly--before kissing Samiko on the forehead one last time and stepping out of the room.
"Goodnight, my love."
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A/N: Next up: How will Class 1-A react to their new "addition?" How will Samiko react to the rambunctious group of teens?New updating schedule: Saturdays for Blindsided. Thanks for understanding!Don't forget to leave a review! Have a great day everyone!!