Her first week at UA had gone relatively smoothly. Callie had only gotten lost once, turning up late for a class that wasn't even hers. She had accidentally walked straight in to, then straight back out of, a large lecture theatre for a graphic design class. Her seminar room was located on the second, not first floor. Her professor hadn't chastised her tardiness and instead had thrown her a sympathetic smile. He was a big and bearded man by the name of Professor Asgore. Beneath all his hair was a kind face and a soft spoken voice. Never had she been more thankful for such a lovely professor. The one at her last school had been an utter hag.

Living with the Gaster brothers came rather easy too. For the most part, they only really saw each other in the evenings upon which Russ or Callie would cook dinner while Sam poured over hefty textbooks and scribbled notes, downing coffee and picking at whatever food was placed in front of him. Most of what he wrote looked completely alien to Callie; she had never been good with numbers.

It hadn't taken her long to find out a little bit more about her roommates from talk around campus. Russ was apparently the star of the baseball team while his older brother had won every science-related award achievable. I suppose when your father was the head of the department, you kinda had to be the best at the subject. At least, she imagined that were the case after catching a glimpse of the man's intimidating visage. It was hard to believe Russ and Sam were actually related to the guy. He was so damn spooky whereas Russ and Sam were both charming in their different ways.

As her first week at U.A drew to a close, the younger sibling had knocked on her bedroom door. He was dressed in his baseball gear and had his bat slung over his shoulder as he leaned in the doorway.

"Hello, Callie" He smiled brightly, "Are you free this evening?"

She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she eyed his beaming face suspiciously. "I guess. Why, what's up?"

"Great! Fancy coming down to the pitch with me this evening? Me and some friends are gonna go training and I thought you could come along." He peered into her bedroom with an almost sympathetic frown. "You've been cooped up in here all day. Seems like a waste of a Friday afternoon to let you stay."

Callie gave a small smile, it was hard to emote any other way while in Russ' presence. He just always seemed to radiate positive energy.

"That's kind of you to offer, Russ but-"

"Ah ah!" He cut in, wagging a finger in front of her lips. "I insist you join us! I have some friends I want you to meet!"

And, considering Callie hadn't really made any friends yet, she found it hard to decline the opportunity to potentially do so. That, and refusing Russ' dashing smile was virtually impossible. Anyway, she had finished most of her work for the week and then some.

The same couldn't be said for Sam, who had fallen asleep on the couch with a coffee stained text book draped over his snoring face. She cast a look his way as she slipped into her jacket.

Russ sighed at her side. "There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not thankful for not following in my father's footsteps like Sam did." He frowned as Sam's slippered foot twitched in his sleep.

"Oh well. C'est la vie." And with a sweep of his long arm, he ushered Callie out the front door.

Russ was right. It truly would have been a wasted evening to stay indoors. The weather was the perfect temperature, the sun just warm enough to enjoy without breaking a sweat and the breeze just light enough to lift her long hair and not her skirt.

As they arrived on the pitch, a colourful group of students dressed in baseball uniforms and cheerleader attire greeted them. A young man with spiky red hair called out as he waved a gloved hand above his head.

"Hey, man!"

Russ returned the gesture as they joined them. Callie loitered around somewhat awkwardly behind Russ as he greeted the rest of the group; one young man with blond hair and an angry scowl, one tall guy with black hair and a crooked smile, one pretty girl with pink hair and two more people Callie vaguely recognised.

"Oh, hey!" The girl with pink cheeks chimed as her eyes fell upon Callie. "You're the girl who was asking for directions, right?"

Of course, she and the green haired man with freckles were there on the first night Callie arrived on campus. The latter also gave a sound of acknowledgement.

"Oh, you've already met?" Russ smiled, placing his hands on his hips and looking from one face to another.

"Oh, right, yes!" Callie responded.

"Found your way then?" The young man with green hair smiled, tilting his head.

She nodded a reply. "Yeah! Turns out I was looking for Russ' place all along!"

The spiky, red haired dude sounded a laugh.

"Oh cool! So you're the new roommate. Callie, right?"

It appeared Russ had already told his friends all about her. They all knew her name and her major. Now she just had to remember theirs.

The red haired guy's name was Kirishima, Deku and Ochako were the ones she had met the other night, Sero was the tall one with dark hair, Mina was the bubbly girl with bubblegum pink hair and Bakugo was the one that didn't seem to know how to smile. Easy enough.

As the boys took off onto the pitch to practise, Callie settled in the stands with the two girls.

"So, what's it like living with the Gasters?" Mina asked, reclining and stretching out her slender legs in front of her. She certainly had the body of a cheerleader, all toned thighs and flat abs. Callie tried not to feel self-conscious and distracted herself with her reply.

"Oh, they're great. I was really lucky to find their ad."

"And what made you transfer to U.A?" Mina pressed, twirling a lock of her bright hair.

Callie chose to give the simplified answer. "Oh, I just wasn't enjoying my time at my other University. And the city sucked too."

The explanation was enough to satisfy the pink haired girl, who then went on to monologue about how awesome U.A was. Callie listened in politely for the most part, but found herself dipping into her memories of her old home.

Her father was a belligerent man with a drinking problem and her mother had convinced herself that it was acceptable to abandoned her preteen daughter with him. But Callie held no grudges and shed no tears. Instead, she worked hard in pursuit of her education. However, as her Dad's problems grew worse, threatening to encroach on the life Callie was attempting to build for herself, she had finally had to make the tough decision to leave the city she had grown up in and start again in a new establishment. That being U.A. Just as her mind began to remember the friends she had left behind, a loud cry pulled her back to reality just as a shadow graced her features.

Reflexively, she threw up a hand, her fingers curling around the object that struck her palm so hard it stung.

No wonder they wore gloves.

"Hehey! Not bad, Callie!" Kirishima called, his hands firmly planted on his hips as he looked up at her with obvious admiration plastered on his face. "That was quite the catch!"

Before she could thank him, however, another voice rang out from further down the pitch.

"Hey Snake-Eyes! Over here!"

As Mina began scolding Kirishima for his recklessness, waving her hand and saying how Callie could have lost her teeth, Callie sought out the owner of the voice who had called out Snake-Eyes; clearly a remark about her bright, yellow irises that resembled that of a pit-viper's.

It was the guy named Bakugo who had bellowed it. He gestured impatiently at her as she stood up to toss the ball to him. He caught it deftly without a word of thanks and turned his back to her once more.

"Don't mind him." Mina said with a wave of her hand once she had let Kirishima return to the pitch after his telling-off. "Bakugo likes to give people nicknames. He acts like an ass most of the time but he's actually not that bad once you get to know him."

Why did Callie find that so hard to believe? And Snake-Eyes? She supposed it could be worse.

It hadn't gone unnoticed that Ochako had barely spoken a word since the guys' training had started. And when Callie cast a glance her way, she soon realised that it was because her glittering eyes were fixed solely on the Deku as he moved around the field. When Mina caught Callie's eye, she merely threw her a knowing smirk and rolled her own; she was clearly used to this sort of behaviour from Ochako.

"So what do you make of the squad?" Russ asked Callie as they both walked back to their apartment later that evening. The entire afternoon had been spent getting to know Russ' friends and Callie admitted she liked them very much. Except, perhaps, Bakugo, who she didn't quite yet know what to make of. Though she left that part out when she replied- "they're nice! Thanks for introducing me!"

Russ seemed pleased with her response as he swung his bat across his shoulder. "Yeah. They're a great group. Glad you came to meet them."

Upon entering their apartment, Callie was surprised to find that the whole place smelt like cinnamon and butterscotch.

"Oh, Nice! Sam's baked."

And had it not been for the delicious aroma that filled the air, Calli would have sooner believed that Russ meant his brother was stoned that had actually made some sort of cake or pie.

But a pie there was, sitting there on the table next to a pile of textbooks.

"I'm guessing you finished all your work then?" Russ called towards his older sibling's form that was once again stretched out across the couch.

"Yup." Was his simple reply as he pushed himself upright to look at them.

And when Callie cast her eyes towards his dimpled, grinning face, she still found it hard to believe it belonged to such a skilled baker. The pie even had perfectly executed lattice work for goodness sake!

"One of my brother's many odd collection of talents..." Russ smirked as he caught Callie's bemused expression.

And a part of her wondered what on earth the others could be.