All in Good Sport
// Authors Note: Hello there children! I have not updated in a few days, because I needed a break. I have been emotionally upset lately. :') In fact, I am still upset, but this is not about me. Let us enjoy this chapter of the book! I hope everyone is having a good day. I will most likely go to updating spontaneously, because school is starting back up, and I will be going to public school, because I am not that smart and need the help of a teacher. LOL.
Waking up, and going through with her morning routine, Sandra walks over to take a shower, gets dressed, and brushes out her hair. She still didn't like to take long amounts of time bathing herself, seeing as she was really a he put into a female body. It was obvious that it was made for him, and that he did not possess someone else, but it was still awkward. She also viewed it as disrespectful.
After her uniform was put on, Sandra pulls up the gray scrunchies and ties her hair back. It was somewhat loose, of course However, it did keep her hair under control. Better than leaving it in the open to be grabbed by someone.
Part of her wishes she would have thought of it sooner, but then again, she hasn't had that problem yet.
Walking out her front door, she was careful to lock it, before making her way down the sidewalk. Seeing as she walked to school, she had to get going early. Her pink sneakers were a notable color in contrast to her dark-ish uniform. She originally had some blue ones, but she missed her pink slippers from home.
The walk was relatively slow, and nothing seemed to happen. The air was crisp, and cool, leading Sans to take in a deep breath, and let it out with some sort of unknown relief. That was part of being human that she liked. She got to experience things tenfold. Save for pain, most of the pleasant, little things that humans do is taken advantage of.
As a skeleton, even if she did have a synthetic organ system made from magic, the true experience was never really able to be felt. How else would she be able to blow into a trombone if she didn't have lungs? How else would she feel the cold and the heat? How else would she eat, and use the bathroom in her previous form?
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After her long walk was nearly complete, Sandra found herself at the gate of the school. Pulling out her ID tag, and sticking her hand on a hidden sensor, the gate dings, and lets her in.
She was the first one at school, and most likely would be for the next while. To imagine that someone like her would be the first in anything was both amusing and shocking. However, it just gave her for free time to get breakfast and relax before the rest of the students showed up. Usually noisy by nature, to boot.
Greeting one of the recently hired school guards, she walks into the building and goes about her day without much or a word to anyone she has not communicated with at any time before today. She thanked the lunch ladies though. She appreciated them, despite a lot of other people seeming to dislike them for no reason at all. Watching some cartoons in the past with her brother, she learned that in human culture, the lunch ladies were depicted as cold and uncaring.
One would really wonder why, since a lot of people gave them the cold shoulder all the time.
Sitting at a table, Sandra started to eat her breakfast, consisting of a food that seemed rather American. Eh, she didn't complain, food was food, after all.
Students all started to filter in soon after that, filing into the lunchroom rather quickly. Obnoxious as ever, and ready to get the day going. Most of them sat in their little groups, or pods of communication. It didn't take long for her to spot Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka. All of them waved to her, and she waves back.
Getting up from her lunch, and going to dispose of her trash, she stand next to a wall that lead to the hallway to get to her classroom. Students were not allowed to leave the cafeteria, that way they didn't get into any trouble while they were not being monitored.
While she stood there, thinking to herself, most likely reflecting over happy moments with her family she smiled, and leans her head down in a hope to keep herself calm. Hugging herself, and curling into herself helped her feel a little bit better, because it felt as if someone was there telling her she was going to be okay. She just needed to keep going.
While she was lost in thought though, a hand comes up behind her, and grabs her by the shoulder. Light, and slightly hesitant.
"Hey there Sandra!" The voice of Kirishima sounded from behind her. It was definitely gleeful, he was happy to see her. "Finally out of that hospital bed, huh? Feeling alright?"
Sandra smiled a little bit at the others enthusiasm. "Yeah, you know it pal. I shouldn't stay bedridden forever, especially if I wanna train to better myself." Sandra sticks her hands in her pockets. She wore a jacket over her uniform all the time, more as a habit of comfort rather than being cold.
"So manly-" Kirishima smiled. Sandra never really understood his thing for the word 'Manly' however, she didn't mind. He obviously only ever said something was 'manly' if he found things to be really respectable. So she took it as a compliment.
"So, care to fill me in on what I missed yesterday?" Sandra leans against the wall a bit heavier, making sure to give all her attention to the other student. "Mister Aizawa didn't say much about it, so I figured I might as well ask someone."
Kirishima waved his arms in the air a bit, before nodding to the girl. "Oh, right, the Sports Festival." He noted to Sandra before he nodded. "The sports festival is actually taking place today. We are going to have a lot of activities to participate in."
Sandra quirked a brow.
"A festival and more fighting? Isn't this a bit brash for a lot of people that just nearly escaped semi-certain death a few days ago?" Sans pulls her hand up to rub her chin in thought, slouching a bit with a grunt. "I mean, I guess we should get used to fighting, despite traumatic experiences. Pro-Heroes do it all the time because the populous needs them. But I still think it is a bit brash."
Kirishima thought about it, before the image of Sandra popped up in his head again. She was beat up the worst after that attack on the training dome. She seemed to understand that all training was important. She didn't even seem traumatized from that experience. None of them did. But there were quite a few people who were worried and stressed from the incident.
Stuff like this was going to require a lot of time to get used to. Especially if they wanted to be professionals and help people out.
"I can see your train of thought. I don't even think I am ready to see you out there yet. You, of all of us, got hurt really bad. However, this is your decision to make. All I will advise is that you are careful." Kirishima blushed a little bit, before looking to the side.
Sandra laughs a little bit, though it wasn't to be disrespectful to the other. "That was child's play a couple days ago bud..." She loosely mentioned. That only made him worry more, what was that supposed to mean? "I am used to stuff like this, so I just need to make sure to... keep my head. That's all."
She reaches up to where the scarf would have been, if she had brought it with her. However, she left it at home. She can't risk damaging it. Not again. Her comfort object, missing from it's spot, only made her hand tremble.
Kirishima immediately seemed to understand something based on what she said. Sandra paled as soon as she said 'Keep her head'. As if the statement resounded with her, for one reason or another. Bakugo mentioned something about her flipping out over the scarf being damaged, which was true. The scarf belonged her brother, based on what she said to Bakugo when he had grabbed it, and pissed her off.
Kirishima paled a little bit when he saw her action to grab it, and it was missing.
He knew a lot of how people interacted with each other. When he was younger, and less-confidant, he saw how people interacted. As well as being sad quite a bit of the time, he caught on to what emotions and actions could really mean. He could make logical deductions, and be right, for the most part.
His guess was not one that he liked. In fact, he absolutely hated it.
He got the irking, saddening feeling that almost felt like a late, or useless realization. He deducted that Sandra's brother was dead, and that there was a good chance that he was beheaded. Based on the way she was acting, there was a good chance it was not just a death she heard about over the phone from a relative, or some form of police or a hospital.
Like a lot of casualties that take place, most of them are heard about over the phone. He remembered the reaction of one of his fellow students when they heard that their mother died in a car crash over the phone. Being called by a relative to receive the information, no less.
The world was a huge, and cruel place. There was no denying that fact. That is why he wanted to be a hero. He can't save everyone, but he can do his best to try and help prevent as many casualties as he can.
Kirishima knew it was not always a good idea to hug someone that he barely knew, but Sans had curled into herself against the wall, at least a little bit. It indicated that she wanted comfort, so she was doing her best to comfort herself. Huddling closer to ones-self made them feel warmer. It made them feel safe.
He opens his arms a little bit, and sighed. "I know I don't really know you, and you don't really know me too well. But you really need one."
Sans stood there for a moment, and knew that he was giving her an option. He nodded, though it was stiff. She walks over, and hugs him a bit. He pats her on the back, to let her know that he was still fine with it.
"I don't know what happened, and I am not going to pressure you to tell me. Everyone needs comfort though. If you ever wanna talk about something to get your mind off something else that is bothering you, feel free to tell me."
Sandra smiles a little bit to herself, hearing the bell ring. "Let's get to class. I am sure we have a long day ahead of us."
"Yeah, we sure do."
// To Be Continued //