Bone Sweet Bone
Authors Note: I remember when the sky was blue. Now it is about as colorful as my personality. It may be monochrome, but it is still interesting, if I do say-so myself.
"Principal Nezu, may we have a moment of your time?"
A small, firm-postured animalia-based man turns around from staring out the window. He had often made it a point to stand at the windows of the school when school was over, and after a teachers conference. He always made sure to stand there in case he would bear witness to any crimes by passers-by and traitorous scandals.
"Yes, please do come in." The pale man gets off of the small seat that he stood perched on, before walking over to his desk with simple urgency. "I am sure you are all in here about the case of that Sandra girl, correct?"
"Yes. I would ask how you knew, but I am sure it is a similar feeling to what I have felt over the last couple days. As well as some other parents." Beru looks over to the principal of the school, before taking a seat in the chair.
She knew her daughters and son were right outside the door. Tsuyu was respectful enough to not listen in, and even if she did, she was not the gossiping type.
"I am aware. Please tell me your concerns. I am sure I can try to understand them, or I might share them with you already. While we get ready for this though, shall we fix some warm tea to continue this conversation on? We may be here for a little while."
"That would be wonderful." Ganma chipped in, respectfully, bowing to the teacher as he went to adjust his sitting posture in the chair.
// Guys, I am not going to subject all of you to another chapter of boring adult conversations right away. However, I do believe the conversation will be vital to the story because I wanna make sure to keep the info vital, and relevant. //
// It was also brought up with me that shipping 'Sans/Sandra' with a teenage character would be awkward (Though the person that brought it up was NOT hating on me. They respect my story decisions.) Sans is an adult. Sandra is a teenage embodiment of Sans in the BNHA universe. So I will go over that more. //
After a long hour of talking to Recovery Lady, and convincing the woman she was well enough to go home, she stood at the front doors of the school. She was allowed to walk home, but she had to be escorted (or have a teacher 'body-guard' with her) on her way home. It was just to make sure there were no complications.
She stands at the glass keeping her pale hand up to it, as a means of entertainment. She presses her fingers up against letters on the door, going about tapping on different ones in a pattern unknown to even herself.
She seemed to be transfixed. Broken out of it only by the monotone voice of her teacher, and a hand on her shoulder.
"It's time to go. I trust that you are ready to start heading home?" Aizawa asked his student before retracting his hand. His face was still bandaged up, and probably would be for the next little while. After all, he was beat up fairly bad from that fight.
Looking at him, Sandra did start to feel a bit bad for that bit of grief she did cause him during her stay in the nurse's office. She looks away, feeling the guilt eating away at her. Thinking back to the incident, she pulls her hand up to the scarf, once again around her neck. She was always going to be thankful to Yao, Mina and Aoyama for fixing it.
However, she also knew that as soon as she got home, she would have to retire it. The scarf gave her a sense of security that nothing else would ever give her. However... the object getting shredded only tore her up inside. Knowing she could never wear it in battle was less painful than knowing that she would never see it ever again.
"Let's get going teach. I know I have class to get back to tomorrow. Speaking of which, did you bring any homework that we might have with you? I wanna try and get it done tonight before bed." The white haired girl noted aloud.
"No." The teacher pauses before he looks down to the ground. He keeps his hands in his pockets, and opes the door for Sans, moving his head in a gesture to let her know she could walk out first. She made a few steps out the door, and he followed behind immediately after. "We did not have any homework, so you are fine."
Sandra nodded to the teacher, before taking to a steady walk down the clean sidewalk. Seemingly in perfect condition. Must have been because the school cared about it's image. After all, image was a key part in presentation.
The walk home was long, to say the least. Sandra was not the kind to rely on vehicles, if it was not required or opted for by her superiors. She didn't teleport, because she knew her magic was going to take a considerable amount of time to completely restore itself.
Aizawa was not a talker, and seemed to have the personality more of an introvert. Even so, he still knew how to communicate with people when it was needed, so it made him a good hero. He took commands, gave commands, and was intelligent. He was also observant. Something that quite a few heroes seem to lack, though it was not all of them. Observation was a great quality. Discreetness fed into it. If you could witness something without being caught or seen, it made you a valuable asset.
Not that she thought of her teachers as tools. That would just be inhumane and disrespectful.
That lead her to spiral into yet another troubling train of thought.
That Shigaraki guy that she had the long encounter with during the attack on the training grounds.
She knew he was very dangerous. In fact he didn't mind hurting anyone as long as they were not the people that gave him the orders. Or his teammates. However, she already got the feeling that the 'I do not hurt my friends' card was a limited usage only, kind of deal.
Something that not even he would honor or respect unless they were significant or drastically useful to him.
Going based off of the many player-like people that she had encountered during her many resets, there were endless possibilities. However, she could make a few assumptions about the guys past based on his personality. The personality that he seemed to show, anyways.
From what she could tell, he might have been traumatized at an early age. He seemed to have the mental capacity, or more-less the comparison-capacity to that of a child, or early-teen at best. He compared a lot of things to games, and even threw what could be considered as 'tantrums' when he did not get what he wanted.
It was already certain that 'Shigaraki' was mentally unstable. She got the feeling that he had been for a long time, despite not seeming TOO much older than all of her classmates. Maybe in his early to mid 20's? There was no being certain.
She was not going to be impulsive, or reckless. She was sure that the man was more intelligent than most people would view him. The only thing that hindered that intelligence was his impulsiveness. As most 'kids' are... they learn. Most of them do.
When that day happened, a lot of people would definitely be in danger.
She was unsure if there was even a way to stop that day from happening. However, it was best not to ponder on that stuff for now, at least.
"So... this is your home?" The voice came from the teacher, who looks over to her, and tilts his head. There they were, standing in the parking lot of a shabby, and generously sized house. The house was a single story, but it was a little bigger than the average family home. It was an implication that her family lived in a 'well-off' situation.
"Yeah, this is it, teach. Feel free to come in, it's about to rain." Sandra looks up to the skies, observing as a few dark clouds start to crowd over the cream-glow moon. Birds sound out their calls into the night air, and leaves on bushes and trees sway as a harsher wind drifts over them.
Aizawa would have argued, but he got the feeling that Sandra was one of those hospitable people that just would not take a no for an answer. He wipes his feet on a welcome mat, taking a closer look at it as he gets ready to walk in though the door.
Over the coarse mat, there were some words spray painted on lazily with a blue color. "ICE to meet you." He scoffed to himself a little, before he looks to a sign on the door that Sandra had just opened. "Bone Sweet Bone."
A true comedian she was. No doubt about that.
Walking into the house, he waits for Sans to turn on the light before closing the door that way she could see what she was doing.
The lights flickered on, and soon the room was illuminated by a small, but notable light from the light bulbs overhead.
Observing the walls, Aizawa took note of several things that had immediately caught his attention.
There were no childhood pictures anywhere. No family pictures at all, really. On one of the walls, there were several things mounted, either in frames, cases, or on some kind of decorative hook.
There was a red-bladed knife, sitting on a hook. The knife had a case over the blade, to keep it from being readily available to stab anyone with. Another object was a broken spear, blue in color. The spear itself seemed to flash, or glow in an odd manner. Almost as if it were constantly emitting power. Another weapon on the wall appeared to be a large trident-like staff. It leaned against the wall, obviously much taller than Sandra stood. As if someone much larger than her wielded it.
Other objects on the wall included a flower, preserved in a glass case that kept the plants original color, and seemingly soft color. It appeared to be a Buttercup. Buttercup flowers were native to Europe, and were also often found in North America. Meaning Sans might have traveled out of Japan at some point.
Taking time to look over everything on the wall, Aizawa considered asking the question of where the items all came from.
Should he though? Would he be invading the privacy of his student that had already been through hell and back in the last few days.
He sighed, nothing ventured nothing gained...
// To be Continued. //