Hey everyone! This is my first REAL attempt at making a bnha story, I hope you enjoy! And i don't own any of this obviously!

There were a lot of injustices in the world, the fact that 80% of the world had amazing powers, and the rest were expected to "Make do" was stupid. At least to a few it was. Many thought it was fair, that they were chosen to guide them, some thought they were fodder. Some thought they should just end themselves to rid the world of their presence. Many did.

One girl, about two centuries after the first quirk appeared, decided that should change, and along with the number one hero, she's going to try and make this world better, for her, and for those that can't help their birth.

her name is Inura.

"Hey, Inura!" The dark green bob of hair that belonged to this Inura flipped to the side to look behind her as she walked the streets of Musutafa, Heading to Aldera High to collect her brother from school.

She glanced back, her two studded lip breaking into a grin as she took in the heavy-duty form of Mirio Togata walking towards her, his shirt slung over his muscled shoulders.

"Hey Stripper, what are you doin so far out?" he frowned at the name but shrugged, as she turned to him completely. Her white muscle-shirt clung to her tightly, her sweatshirt wrapped around her waist and tied. Her regular torn up jeans still stuck out to him as a little much to show off how little she cared about her looks, but who was he to judge a person after accidentally stripping in front of the world at the sports festival.

He rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "My intern hero said I should get some practice in selfless work by doing some of the cleanups at Dagobah beach!" He frowned as he remembered the huge piles of trash. "I'm not sure that's a one-man job though."

He smiled again as Inura chuckled. "Definitely not, unless your All Might!"

That got a chuckle out of both of them. Inura's phone went off as they did so and she checked it, yelping at the time. "Sorry Mirio gotta go, little brother is probably waiting for me!"

She dashed off before he could even wave and he stared at her, before laughing. "Can't say she doesn't love her family that's for sure!" he said to himself and started walking to the train station, whistling.

Inura arrived about five minutes late, to picking up her brother, and damn, she was tired.

Sprinting the last five blocks would do that I suppose.

She looked around at the few people still leaving the building and frowned at not seeing her little brother. She caught a few stares as she walked towards the doors, and as she passed a few from her brothers class, they snickered.

"Bakugous' gonna get it this time, after what he did to-" She didn't hear anything more as she heard a small explosion and looked up, a burning notebook flying out the window. Without thinking she extended her hand and the flames burning the book moved towards her, no longer burning the book and carrying it instead, straight towards her open hand.

She looked at it and her eyes widened at the number and name at the front.

Wait, this is…

Her thoughts were cut off as a yell of pain emanated from the same window, and she heard a loud voice, cheerful in a sadistic way.

"I know a way you can get a quirk!" The voice started to fade, but she still heard the last part, "go jump off a goddamn building you quirkless Deku!"

The kids still in the area suddenly felt an extreme rise in temperature. They all looked at the girl holding the notebook, seeing the flames collect along her arms from the notebook, growing in intensity and heat as if she was a living piece of fuel for it.

They started to back up as she very carefully put the notebook down next to the fountain, her fingers catching fire as they left the delicate pages.

"Anyone touches this notebook, I will cook you." Her voice growled out and the few kids she could see nodded their head.

Just like that her flames died down, to just covering her hair. And she entered the building, zeroing in on a blonde boy just descending the stairs. His eyes met hers, and he froze.

"Ah shit."

Izuku's day was pretty bad, what with Kaachan making fun of him, burning his book, threatening him, and telling him to kill himself, yeah he'd say that's worse than usual. He sighed and walked the opposite side of the building, intending to go around the side to retrieve his book and avoid Kaachan. Stupid, If he killed himself Bakugou would be considered the one who goaded him into it, and he would be arrested.

He probably would have kept going to the fountain if the wall in front of him hadn't exploded, sending an enraged green blur flying out, followed by a somewhat less angry blonde blur.

"You are scum!"

Wait he knew that voice!

The green blur stood up, revealing Inura, her muscle shirt tattered slightly. That didn't stop her from meeting the blonde blur in the middle, jumping up and raising her arm, clotheslining the explosive blonde known as Katsuki Bakugou.

He rolled a few feet before shooting to his feet, charging at her screaming bloody murder, She matched him for speed, Roaring bloody murder, all while calling him various sickening names. He led with a right hook, he always does, which she easily countered, blocking the arm and grabbing him by the throat, and punched him with her other arm right under the ribs, once, twice, thrice. She finished that by grabbing his now very sick looking face and pulling down, slamming his nose into her knee.

It was over just like that. Kaachan had been taken out and beaten senseless. Unfortunately, Izuku was worried he knew why. Inura huffed, burn marks and a slight bruise forming where his right hook had met her arm. Guess he had popped a few explosions off trying to stop her block. She suddenly noticed his presence and froze, turning to look at him.

Her face broke out into a grin as she took in his, mostly, unhurt form, running over and picking him up in a bear hug as if she hadn't just gone toe to toe with the best fighter in Aldera, and made it look like she was dealing with a troublesome dog, perhaps a pomeranian?

"Hey big sis, did you really have to break the wall this time?"

She scowled at the now unconscious form of Kaachan and nodded. "I warned him, and the principal of what would happen if I caught him bullying you Zuu-" she gave him a frown, " I mean you can't be sticking up for him, little brother, he told you to kill yourself!" she growled out, baring her teeth at the still quite unconscious form of Bakugou.

"I know, I know… But.. I can't get angry at him. He thinks I'm useless, but that's why we have been training! If I can prove to him at the exam what I can do.. Well, maybe he will finally see me as someone to respect than someone to tread on." Inura sighed through her nose in irritation, her little brother was too kind, too forgiving. Like their mother. Granted, even their mother might beat Katsuki over the head with a roller for this one.

"No, I know that look Inura." His voice, the command in it made her still in surprise and she frowned at him. "You realize if you don't stand up for yourself, go to someone besides these shitty teachers, that this will continue. If he does anything else, ANYTHING, I'm going to our mother and his mother about what I heard today." She threatened. Izuku sighed in resignation and he nodded. "Okay, Inura. I understand."

She ruffled his hair at that and they started walking down the side of the building, Inura grabbed the outstretched ankle of Katsuki and started dragging him behind them. Izuku noticed this and gave her a questioning glance. She giggled evilly and he sweatdropped.

"I may not tell her what he did, but I always enjoy watchin Ms. Mitsuki beat the tar out of him."

As he grabbed his dry and only slightly singed notebook, the last few occupants gaping at Inura dragging the twitching Katsuki out of the courtyard and back towards home, he spoke.

"Your evil big sis."

"I know!"

Her grin was infectious.