Nariko picks at a loose thread from her uniform skirt. She keeps her gaze on the grey table, avoiding the glare from the officer. Her head snaps up when she hears the door open. Two officers walk in with a handcuffed 38 year old man.
His long, bright yellow hair was pulled up into a bun and his gold eyes were exhausted and bright. He's placed in the chair across from Nariko before the two officers leave.
"Hey Dad," Nariko greets brightly, stifling the need to touch her uncovered eye bags. Kaminari Tokurō laughs slightly and grins brightly.
"Hey Flash. It's already been a month, huh?" Tokurō asks, leaning back into his chair. Nariko laughs and nods her head.
"Yeah, I know! This month went by so fast!" She exclaims, still messing with the loose thread. Nariko waves a hand towards herself, showing off her uniform.
"I made it into UA. Hero Course too!" The yellow haired teenager says, pushing up her grey cardigan's sleeves. Tokurō grins and hums.
"'course you did. You're my daughter!" He laughs, Nariko giggling. She smiles softly and kicks her legs back and forth.
"Eraserhead's my teacher too. He's pretty scary, but I'm pretty sure my class'll break through his walls," Nariko adds, making Tokurō grin even wider.
"Oh, he's a big softie. Especially towards kids. He expel anyone with his Quirk Apprehension Test?" The yellow haired man asks curiously. Nariko's eyebrows furrow in confusion before she shakes her head.
"No. When he revealed the results, he called it a logical ruse," Nariko explains with a shrug. She sighs heavily and scratches her neck.
"Everyone's so strong and smart. I'll never be able to stay caught up." Tokurō frowns and leans forward, making his daughter stare up at him.
"Flash, you're Mónica's daughter. You'll always figure out a way to stay caught up. To stay ahead. Don't sell yourself short," He says, Nariko blushing at the compliment.
"If that ol' rat, Nezu, is still the principal, I know for sure you'll be fine. Despite his apprehensiveness at the beginning of his teaching career, Eraser's a good one. And he understands."
Nariko smiles bashfully and averts her gaze, ears burning red. Tokurō glances at the officer in the corner before leaning back against the chair.
"All Might-Sensei is a teacher too. He's our hero studies teacher. We did combat training yesterday," Nariko adds brightly. Tokurō laughs and scratches his cheek.
"Toshi's teaching? It's been a long while..." He trails off, eyes glazing over. Nariko's smile falters slightly when her father shakes his head and blinks rapidly.
"How are Pepper and Peter?" Tokurō asks in Spanish. Nariko side glances at the officer, seeing his confused expression.
"Good. They haven't forgotten anything. Natasha doing okay? I know she rarely ever shows up," Nariko shrugs, still messing with the loose thread. Tokurō chuckles and scratches his nose. They ignore the officer talking into his radio.
"Pretty good. She's struggling a bit, but once she's able to see you, I'm sure she'll get right back up. You still visit the others right? Edith, Jarvis, Morgan, and Tony?" Tokurō says worriedly. Nariko giggles and smiles brightly.
"Yeah. Their doing fine. Jarvis is being a bit odd right now, but I'll make sure he's alright."
Nariko yelps in surprise when the officer grips her wrist and pulls her out of the chair. She grunts in pain when her shin bangs against the metal table leg and tries to pull her wrist out of the grip.
"Hey! You're hurting me, let go!" Nariko exclaims pulling back, the grip tightens even further and Tokurō stands up. Two officers come in and quickly restrained him.
"I'll see you next month, Dad! Love you!" Nariko shouts before she is thrown out of the door. She cries out in pain when her cheek hits the corner of a table, just across the door. It throbs in pain, making Nariko clutch her cheek only to flinch back in pain.
"You fucker!" Tokurō shouts angrily right before the door is slammed close. Nariko glares up at the officer.
She opens her mouth to shout at him, but whimpers in pain when a shock travels through her cheek. The yellow haired teenager growls in annoyance and slowly stands up.
"You're a fucking cunt!" Nariko signs at the officer before giving him the finger. She turns around and marches towards the exit.
"God, it hurts so much!" Nariko wipes away her tears, flinching when she touches her cheek. "I hope I have enough time to hide it..."
Nariko sniffs loudly, throwing her concealer down in frustration. Her entire right cheek was swollen and she didn't know if she fractured her cheekbone or dislocated it, but she hopes she dislocated it. She really, really did.
"Fuck!" She cries out slamming her fists on the sink. Rubbing away her tears, she grabs her concealer and throws it in her bag. Nariko glares at her cheek before pulling up her cardigan hood and storms out of the public restroom.
"God fucking damnit!" Nariko growls in anger when she sees dozens of reporters blocking the UA entrance. She pulls down her cardigan hood further and starts walking, gripping her satchel.
"Another student!" One of the reporters spots Nariko, making her curse internally. She trudges forward, keeping her head down.
"Do you have any comments about All Might being a teacher?"
"Are there any other top heroes teaching at UA?"
"What is All Might teaching?"
Nariko, tries to push out of the crowd of reporters, feeling a headache form with all the bright flashes. Someone tugs on her arm, making her react harshly. The yellow haired teenager pulls back and wrenches her arm out of the reporter's grip.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Nariko stumbles backwards and hits a reporter. She feels the hood of her cardigan fall, and quickly uses her hair to hide her cheek.
"Hey! Stop antagonizing the students!" The crowd quickly disperses when Present Mic shouts. Nariko uses the distraction to rush out of the crowd, roughly pulling up her hood again.
Nariko sees Shōta and Present Mic right past the entrance, making her groan. Great. She quickly dodges one of the bolder reporters trying to grab her shoulder and speeds over to her two teachers.
"Thanks, Mic-Sensei!" Nariko says, her fingernails digging into her palms from the pain. She makes sure her hair hides her cheek while she rushes past her teachers.
"Kaminari–" Nariko pretends not to hear her homeroom teacher, quickly brushing her all of her hair to the right and pulling down her cardigan.
"Shit!" The yellow haired teenager falls backwards after running into a hard object. She hits the ground and whimpers in pain when the force of her fall makes her cheek throb in pain.
"Oh, Kaminari-chan!" Nejire's voice cuts through Nariko's pain, making her focus back on what was happening now. Nejire grabs her arm and helps her up, a bright smile on her face.
"I want you to meet my friends!" The 17 year old cheerfully motions at two teenage boys. "This is Tōgata Mirio, and Amajiki Tamaki!"
Mirio, a 17 year old blonde boy with bright blue eyes and tan skin, waves brightly while keeping a tight arm around the other boy. Tamaki, a 16 year old boy with dark blue hair, dark blue eyes, and pale skin, was trying desperately to get out of Mirio's hold.
"Mirio-kun, Tamaki-kun! This is the cute girl I told you about, Kaminari Nariko! Ooh, you have a new cardigan!" Nejire adds, quickly changing her focus on Nariko's grey cardigan. Nariko smiles, feeling herself wince in pain and nods her head.
"N-nice to meet you, Tōgata-senpai, Amajiki-senpai," Nariko says politely, pain lacing her words. "I have a lot of cardigans, Hadō-senpai."
Nariko quickly turns her head and wipes away the tears about to fall. She gets out of Nejire's grip on her arm and tries to walk past the trio.
"E-excuse me. I need to get to class," Nariko rushes out of her mouth. She yelps in surprise when Mirio trips her and Nejire catches her, twirling her around. Nariko's hair moves away from her face, revealing her–hopefully–dislocated cheekbone.
The 15 year old quickly moves her head to the side, hiding her cheek. She bites her lip and averts her gaze, covering her cheek again.
"How'd your cheek get so swollen? Ooh, did you get in a fight?" Nejire asks curiously, leaning closer and gently grabbing Nariko's face. She flinches back in pain while the older female guides her face up, pushing away the hair.
"...not exactly," Nariko meekly answers, wincing when the periwinkle haired teenager carefully touches the injury.
"...it looks like it's dislocated..." Tamaki says quietly, observing the injury from afar. "...or fractured..."
"Haha, I–um–I guess you could say I got into a fight with the corner of a metal table," Nariko jokes weakly, scratching her neck. "I'm seriously going to be late to class."
"Recovery Girl can fix this up no problem! We'll show you where her infirmary is!" Nejire ignores Nariko's attempt to walk away, grabbing her wrist and marching the opposite way of the stairs.
"I can't afford it... I really can't," Nariko worries her lip, scratching her arm.
"You sure you didn't get into a fight?" Mirio asks, staring down at the handprint bruise on Nariko's wrist. She glances down at it, blinking in surprise.
"Shit. It looks like I'm being fucking abused." Nariko curses internally, letting her cardigan sleeve fall naturally.
"I'm sure, Tōgata-senpai! If I did, I was probably fighting a Karen, or a Chad for a parking space at the mall," Nariko jokes, smiling brightly. She winces at the sharp pain in her cheek, and gently touches it.
Hopefully Recovery Girl's services don't cost too much money... She really can't afford another bill. Fuck! Why couldn't she just visit her father last week?!
Hey! Hope you like the new chapter! Hope you like my Avengers reference there... That has a bigger meaning than just some nicknames by the way.
Also, I am purposely skipping over a few things that are usually featured in BNHA fics, like the Quirk Apprehension Test, and the Combat Training, but it's just because we all know what it is, and they don't really change much in this story for Nariko.
Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! Bye!
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