Nariko pointedly ignores the adults in the infirmary by working on her homework. She ignores them talking about her and ignores their stares, angrily writing out her answers to the math problems she was working on.
It's been two hours since Shōta brought her back to the infirmary and she is stressed out by it. She had gotten a long scolding from Recovery Girl before Lunch Rush came in with so much fucking food it made her nauseous looking at it. Recovery Girl forced her to rest for the two hours, Shōta staying there to watch her after Nariko almost successfully snuck out of the infirmary before being caught by him after homeroom ended.
She isn't stressed out about being there, but more stressed out about the fact that the teachers care. Of course, she's ignoring that problem for another day.
Nariko blinks when she hears her phone chime. Her eyebrows furrow while she opens her satchel and takes out the phone.
One message from: Pikachu 1
"you angry?" – Read
"How'd u get ur fone? Also, mabe." – Delivered
"new nurse y r you angry?" – Read
"Nothing u shood worry about." – Delivered
"I call bullshit, but ok. how's our male parent?" – Read
Nariko smiles softly, rolling her eyes. She texts Denki back before turning off her phone and going back to her homework.
"He's doing fine. I'm visiting mom tomorow." – Delivered
"Kaminari-san, you're free to leave," Recovery Girl says, making Nariko snap her head up.
"Hell to the fucking yes!" She cheers loudly before putting hand to her mouth. "Shit. Sorry. Fuck, shit, fuck!" Nariko clicks her mouth shut and quickly jumps out of the cot, grabbing her satchel.
"Sorry. Thanks, I guess. Bye!" Nariko says quickly before rushing out of the infirmary the second time today.
"Wait, Kaminari-san! That girl–" Nariko pulls out her phone and checks the time. 10:27. Okay, so it's third hour.
"Kaminari–shit!" Nariko hears Shōta shout after her right as she turns towards the stairs. She speeds up the stairs, making sure she doesn't trip this time.
"I guess I'll skip food day tomorrow. I ate so much fucking food today..." The yellow haired teenager sighs, running a hand through her hair. She stops in front of her class's door and quickly raps on the door. She hums a small tune before the door opens and reveals Cementoss, UA's modern literature teacher.
"Oh, you're back, Kaminari-san. Did Recovery Girl allow you to leave?" Cementoss asks with a stern look. Nariko laughs sheepishly and nods her head.
"Yep! I'm sorry for missing half the class," She says, making Cementoss smile softly. He steps out of the way to let her in. Nariko smiles brightly and skips into the room, waving at her classmates. Mina gasps in surprise.
"I look pretty good for a dead bitch," Nariko states before Mina starts clapping.
"She's alive!" Mina exclaims before bursting into giggles. Nariko joins her and walks to her seat.
"What happened? Aizawa-Sensei looked livid," Mina asks worriedly, making Nariko internally frown.
"It's nothing! We resolved it." Nariko sits down in her desk. "What'd I miss?"
"Kaminari-chan, I have notes and homework for you from the last two classes," Tōru says, handing a small packet of paper to the yellow haired teenager. She smiles brightly, quickly signing her thanks before focusing on Cementoss.
"Those damn harpies," Nariko sighs, glaring out of the cafeteria window. She frowns at the large crowd of reporters still standing outside the school gate before taking a bite of the apple she nabbed from Mina's tray.
"They are pretty annoying," Tōru says before taking a sip of her drink. Nariko leans back into her seat and looks away from the window.
"Fucking understatement of the century," Nariko scoffs internally, tapping her foot on the tile floor.
"I didn't expect Midoriya-kun to be voted for class rep," She changes the subject. "How loud were the arguments before Iida-kun or Yaoyorozu-chan suggested a vote?"
"Why the fuck are you asking, Rip-off Pikachu? You weren't there for the vote," Katsuki states, a deep scowl on his face.
Nariko rolls her eyes and gives him the finger. "I'm still a part of the class, blondie. I kinda hafta know."
"Why did you have to leave anyway?" Tōru asks curiously. "You never really said anything."
The yellow haired teenager gives a small shrug, taking another bite of her apple. She averts her gaze by rolling her head.
"Nothing serious. I ghosted after Recovery Girl-san healed my injury," She answers vaguely, foot still tapping.
"You were injured?" Eijirō repeats worriedly, making Nariko hum in confirmation.
"Nothing serious. I don't like hospitals, or things similar to hospitals."
"Mirio-kun, is a dislocated cheekbone nothing serious?" Nejire's voice cuts through the tension. Nariko internally curses as she turns to see where the third year was. Nejire and Mirio were walking over, both smiling.
"Hadō-senpai, Tōgata-senpai," Nariko greets, giving them a smile.
"Wait, dislocated cheekbone? How'd you get a dislocated cheekbone?" Mina asks worriedly, making Nariko wince. She really hoped they would brush over that fact.
"Had a fight with a metal table after the floor tripped me," She lies with a shrug.
"The fuck? How'd you fight a fucking table?" Katsuki asks incredulously. Nariko snorts and shrugs.
"I kicked it, then I threw it out of the window." The horrible feeling in her chest is ignored as the lie passes through. "It'd be pretty stupid to fight the floor."
"Hi! I'm Hadō Nejire! Ooh, do your horns grow? Have you always been invisible? How can you fit your elbows through sleeves? Is your hair naturally spiky?" Nejire goes into her questions, head tilted slightly.
"I'm Tōgata Mirio! We were just coming over to check on Kaminari-chan," The cheerful blonde states while grabbing Nejire's arm. He waves goodbye before leading Nejire towards the table where Tamaki sat.
"Seriously, Kaminari-chan, how did you get a dislocated cheekbone?" Tōru asks, placing a hand on her wrist. Nariko instinctively pulls back her hand, holding it to her chest.
"I got it it from fighting a metal table, Hagakure-chan," Nariko doesn't budge. "Really, it's nothing serious. I'm just glad it wasn't fractured. Fractured bones in your face are the worst!"
"Nothing serious? Kaminari-kun, that could've permanently damaged your–"
REE! REE! REE!
"Holy fuck!" Nariko exclaims, putting her hands over her ears. "Why the hell's an alarm blaring?!"
"W-what's happening? This hasn't happened before!" A student near the group exclaims in fear.
"What do we do? Is it a lockdown?" Nariko asks, standing up. Her question is left unanswered as everyone starts running out of the cafeteria.
"Is it–it can't be a school shooter... Japan doesn't have those... Do they?" Nariko glances around, grabbing her bag. She ignores the growing headache from the blaring alarms.
"Guys c'mon. We're too exposed," Nariko says, speeding after the crowd. The others quickly follow after her.
"Too exposed? What do you mean?" Mina asks, slightly scared. Nariko glances around the cafeteria, seeing many of her classmates.
PHUWEET! "Hey! 1-A, c'mon!" The yellow haired teenager whistles loudly, waving towards the faculty hallway.
"Kaminari-kun, we aren't allowed back there!" Tenya exclaims, walking over.
"Yeah, but if it's a shooter–or a villain–I don't want to be trapped and trampled in that hallway," Nariko reasons, pointing at the overcrowded hallway.
"They are the upper-years! They know what they are doing, Kaminari-kun," Tenya scolds, making Nariko scowl.
"Guys–seriously!" She growls under her breath, following after her class as they rush to the overcrowded hallway. Almost immediately, she's dragged into the crowded and pushed around.
"God fucking damnit!" Nariko tries to escape the crowd, only to be slammed into the window shoulder first. She feels her shoulder pop weirdly from the awkward slam, feeling excruciating pain crawl through her arm. She cries out in pain, unable to get enough space to grab her shoulder. A large crowd out in the courtyard catches her eye.
"Kaminari-chan! What's wrong?" Tōru asks loudly over the shouts and the alarms. Nariko waves her off, leaning closer to the window. The reporters were past the security gate.
"Everyone, it's just the reporters!" She hears Izuku's faint yell before it's drowned out.
"Thank fuck. It's just the harpies," Nariko states before being pushed and pulled. She growls and glares at the students around her, gripping her shoulder. Her tall classmate, Shōji Mezō, grabs her attention.
"Shōji-kun!" The yellow haired teenager shouts loudly. Mezō glances around before spotting the short girl raising up her arm. He reaches over and grabs her hand lifting her up from the crowd.
"Kaminari-san, what happened to your shoulder?" He asks worriedly, only for Nariko to wave off the concern.
"Secure my ankles. I'm too fucking tired for all this noise," She growls, slowly standing on Mezō's shoulders. The grey haired teenager is too shocked to say anything before quickly gripping Nariko's ankles, keeping her planted.
"Thank God for New York," Nariko thinks while she takes a deep breath, placing two fingers in her mouth.
PHUUWEEET!
Her whistle pierces through the panic and the alarms, making everyone grab their ears.
"Hey, you motherfucking cunts!" Nariko shouts at the top of her lungs, voice echoing through the hallway. "It's just the fucking reporters! My shoulder just got dislocated from all of you being pussies and trying to push through everyone! Chill the fuck out. This is UA for Christ's sake."
She takes another breath and points at the two ends of the hallway with her working hand. "I don't know UA's lockdown procedures, so we're doin' this American style. Everyone calmly go to your classes and stay inside. Be quiet and stop panicking, just in case this is a diversion! Stay away from windows and keep the doors closed! Thank you!"
Everyone silently followed her instructions, slightly shocked at the language and how she was much louder than the alarms. Nariko huffs in annoyance, tapping Mezō's head.
"Kaminari-kun, that language is incredibly inappropriate!" Tenya scolds while Mezō lowers Nariko to the ground. The only ones in the middle of the hallway was most of Class 1-A.
"Sorry, Iida-kun. I was just so fucking pissed. All of those cun–those people panicking had gotten my shoulder dislocated," The yellow haired teenager says, motioning towards her limp arm. "Thanks Shōji-kun. Sorry about using you as a podium."
"It's alright Kaminari-san. It was better than being pushed around," Mezō says softly, making Nariko smile slightly.
"I'll take you to Recovery Girl, Kaminari-chan!" Tōru states, grabbing her uninjured arm. She blinks at the statement before groaning.
"Recovery Girl, again?! I can pop my shoulder back in by myself!" Nariko protests, trying to take her arm out of her friend's grip.
"That is incredibly dangerous, Kaminari-chan. Without medical supervision, you could severely injure yourself more," Momo scolds lightly, making Nariko frown. She glares defiantly at the taller girl before grabbing her limp arm and harshly thrusting it up.
"FUCK!"
"Fucking bitch ass cunt. Piece of shit. Oh my fucking God! Motherfucker!" Nariko continues her string of curses, gripping her shoulder and kneeling to the ground.
"You're such a fucking idiot Nariko! What the actual fuck?!" She scolds herself, rolling her shoulder to try and ease the twinges of pain.
"Oh my God–Kaminari-chan!" Mina exclaims, kneeling next to Nariko. "Why would you do that?!"
"I'm a defiant bitch when angry," Nariko grits out before Mina helps her stand up. "God, I'm such an idiot! Fuck!"
"Fucking dumbass. Let's go. I don't trust her to stay in the infirmary by herself after being healed," Katsuki grits out, following after the two girls.
"It's too late to be healed! I just need to ice my shoulder," Nariko protests before turning her head and glaring at the blonde, "and when did you start caring about me, you bitchy pomeranian?"
"The fuck you just call me, Dumbass Pikachu?!" He explodes, snarling at the short girl. She rolls her eyes and gives him the finger.
"Kaminari-kun!"
"Bitchy pomeranian. Would you like to hear it in English?" She asks, putting her hand on her hip. "Bitchy pomeranian."
"You motherfucker–"
Nariko sticks her tongue out, making talking motions with her hand. "You motherfucker~. That the best you can do?"
Hey! Hope you like the new chapter! So the dislocated shoulder bit, I'll explain it much more thoroughly in a later chapter, but here's a small explanation.
Nariko has been doing gymnastics since she was two years old. So in total, she's been doing it for 13 years. Her dominant hand is her left hand, in everything. She's used her left hand/arm to stop her falls or break her falls so much, she's dislocated/broken/fractured that arm dozens of times. Seen with Izuku, you can permanently damage your limbs if you break them too much. Of course, Nariko hasn't shattered her arm every week, so it'll be a while until she gets to Izuku's level.
I'll go more in-depth later, in an actual chapter. Hope you like the story so far! Bye!
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