"Heh, that's a real funny joke. You really had me there for a second," Nariko snorts, pressing an ice pack on the shoulder she had defiantly–impulsively–put back into socket. The awkward silence following after her statement makes Nariko gape in shock.
"Oh, you're actually serious–fuck." The yellow haired teenager ignores Tenya's expression while staring at the incredibly nervous Izuku. Shōta uses his scarf to block his smile.
"Uh–As the newly appointed class representative, I'm handing it back to you," She says, making Izuku blink.
"You can't do that?" Mina states. Nariko gives her a deadpan stare.
"Fine then. As class rep, I'm giving the position to Yaoyorozu-chan and Iida-kun will be vice rep."
"Why are you giving this position away? You were the one to control the crowd during the breach, and you had also given them direction! You are capable of the position, Kaminari-kun!" Tenya exclaims. Nariko pouts and leans back on the cot.
"You guys might regret it later." She shrugs. "The only reason I did calm the crowd was because I got pissed they dislocated my shoulder and they were going to get more people than just me harmed, or worse, killed."
"How did they dislocate your shoulder? They were just pushing and shoving people," Hanta asks curiously. Nariko waves off his concern, ignoring it for now.
"I'm good with crowd control and getting people quiet, but I'm not good with other leader shit–stuff, sorry Iida-kun," She continues before messing with her ice pack. "Do I really need this? I did a stupid by popping my shoulder back in place, but it's fine now."
Shōta gives her a glare, making the yellow haired teenager roll her eyes. "I'm not gonna take it off, Aizawa-Sensei. Just asking."
"Are you sure you want to make me class representative, Kaminari-chan?" Momo changes the subject back to what it was originally. Nariko smiles brightly and nods her head.
"Mmhmm. From that stupid apprehension test, and the combat training, you're clearly much more capable. You're also levelheaded. If you'll be able to handle my chaotic dumbass, you will be able to handle anything," Nariko explains before her phone rings. She frowns and takes it out of her pocket. God, not this fucking bastard.
She ignores the call and puts it back into her pocket. "Sorry."
"Next week, Class 1-A will be taking a field trip," Shōta says, giving Nariko a glare. "I will let you go if you come by the infirmary for a couple things."
Nariko rolls her eyes, running a hand through her hair. "And if I don't?"
"You will stay in the infirmary for the entire day."
"Really?" Nariko sighs heavily and shrugs.
"Okay, okay Aizawa-Sensei. Don't get your panties in a twist," She relents with a frown, standing up with her phone in her hand. "If you'll excuse me I have a phone call to answer."
RING
Her phone rings right at that moment. Politician Bastard was calling. Nariko rolls her eyes and accepts the call.
"Yes?" The yellow haired teenager asks sweetly, walking out of the infirmary. "I was surprised you called me, when I told you I would be in school."
"Nurse Karahashi!" Nariko exclaims brightly, giving the nurse a big hug. She doesn't see the scowl that quickly disappears when the hug is broken.
"Nariko-san, how are you?" Kiyoko asks sweetly, smiling tightly.
"I am doing amazing! How about you? How is Shigeyasu-chan?" Nariko asks, brushing some of her hair behind her ears.
"As well as I can be. Shigeyasu is such an angel," Kiyoko answers with a shrug. Her nose wrinkles in slight judgement when she notices the teenager's outfit.
Nariko wore a pale pink suspender skirt, a sleeveless, black turtleneck jumper, black thigh high socks with a black bow at the top, and pale pink creepers with black hearts. A pink bat necklace hung around her neck and on her left ring finger was a silver band ring with a pearl in the middle covered by alexandrite and amethyst in the shape of a skull. She wore a black cardigan today and had painted her nails to match the black.
Kiyoko sighs and places a hand on Nariko's arm. She fakes a comforting expression. "The medication she was on stopped working. We're going to have to try something else."
"Are–is it certain?" Nariko asks, eyes dimming. The young nurse nods her head, giving a small pat to the teenager's arm.
"I wanted to tell you before you saw Mónica-san. She's in there," Kiyoko says, pointing her head at the public living room. The yellow haired teenager frowns slightly before shaking out her nerves. Forcing a smile on her face, she opens the door and walks in.
"Nariko! My sweet daughter, how are you?" Mónica exclaims brightly, arms out wide for a hug. Nariko giggles and runs over to her mother and hugs her tightly.
"Mama! I missed you so much!" Nariko speaks in Spanish before she leans back to give her an even brighter smile.
"Oh, my little storm I missed you too!" Mónica places her hands on her daughter's cheeks and brings her forward, gives her a giant kiss on her forehead. Nariko giggles and sits in the chair next to her mother, lifting her legs up to sit on them.
"Dad misses you and so does Denki-chan. How has it been lately since my last visit?" The yellow haired teenager asks while she messes with her cardigan sleeves.
"Oh, I am doing wonderful! In fact, I've made you another cardigan! You don't have cherry red, yet!" Mónica leans over the side of her chair and picks up a folded, oversized cherry red cardigan and an incredibly long violet scarf.
"I also made you a scarf with my remaining violet yarn! With how long it is, I know you can make use of it for all of your sneaking and mischief," Mónica says with a knowing stare. Nariko giggles and blushes grabbing the two articles of clothing.
"Thank you so much, Mama," She says softly, carefully placing the folded cardigan in her lap.
"How are you doing? Are you relaxing?" The black haired woman asks. Nariko averts her gaze, her smile tightening slightly.
"It's been amazing! I got into UA, Hero Course," Nariko says brightly. "Ooh, Eraserhead is my homeroom teacher. And before you ask, he still looks like a homeless hobo zombie."
"Oh, Shōta! I've missed having my weekly nutella talks! Please tell him I said hello," Mónica exclaims with a small clap of her hands. Nariko giggles and nods her head.
"I'll make sure to tell him. So, what's the juicy gossip?" The yellow haired teenager asks and leans forward.
Mónica and Nariko go deep into conversing and gossiping. Nariko ignores the sadness in her chest with the knowledge that her medication wasn't working.
Hey! Hope you like the new chapter! Hope you guys like the story so far! Bye!
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