A/N:

New update! Just so you know, this story is mostly written in Eri perspective but there will be times where it'll be written in someone else's instead. Please enjoy!

Episode 2: Morning In The Midoriya Household

Every morning was a dread for me, especially when I had to go to school.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Seven a.m.

I groan.

I don't wanna get out of bed but I have to. Or else my alarm will continue to ring in my head for the rest of the morning.

Maybe…I can just sleep a little more…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Ughhhhh…" I groan again and finally turn off my alarm.

I sigh.

I wonder if this is how Denki-niisan feels when he has a major hangover…

I sigh again.

Moving out of my bed, I shuffle into my slippers and walk over to my curtains. I pull them apart and open my windows. I allow the fresh air into my room, and I smile.

It's a beautiful morning.

"Welp," I stretch, "I better get showering…"

After doing just that, I dress into my school uniform. I look into the mirror, thinking about what hairstyle I should do.

Ponytail?

Pigtails?

French plait?

"Meh, I'll just leave it down," I brush my hair and let it flow on my shoulders.

I grab my bag and walk out of my room. I walk downstairs, and I find Kurobaki, our black cat lounging around by his food bowl.

"Meow…" he purrs, his tail swishing about.

I roll my eyes. I put my bag down and grab the Cat Nip out the kitchen cabinet, when the realization suddenly hit me.

I turn to Kurobaki.

"Did he not come down yet?"

"Meow…"

I sigh…again.

I find myself upstairs again, standing right in front of the bedroom door of the Number One Hero. Or in simple, of my overworking older brother who doesn't know the meaning of taking a break.

I can hear his snoring from outside.

I push the door open and find a lifeless body lying diagonally on a king-sized bed. His hair was messier than usual and he was still wearing his work suit. No surprise there.

Kurobaki walks in and jumps unto his bed.

The black cat turns back to face me. I sigh for the umpteenth time before walking over to my brother's bed. I bring out a megaphone from the nonexistent pocket on my person.

I switch it on.

"WAKE UP IZU-NIISAN!"

I watch as my brother jumps up startled and falls off the bed. He rubs his head and groans. He looks at me.

"Eri…?"

"That's my name,"

His expression becomes puzzled.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"Waking you up, what else?" I tell him, folding my arms.

"Oh…I see-"

"What time did you go to sleep?" I ask him firmly. He chuckles nervously, "Not too late…"

"Uhuh…" I say, shifting my arms to my waist, "Go take a shower!"

"Fine…" he groans, but manages a smile, "Could you make breakfast in the meantime?"

"Seriously?"

"Please!"

I sigh. My brother is too much sometimes.

I head back downstairs with Kurobaki and get breakfast started.

Let me give you some backstory. Ten years ago, Midoriya Izuku made a promise to protect me no matter what and help me control my quirk, Rewind (人を巻き戻すHito o Maki Modosu) which allows me to bring a person back to their previous state. My power though, has no limit which makes it extremely useful but also extremely dangerous.

After saving me from a nasty fall of a skyscraper, Izu-niisan's parents adopted me as their daughter and of course, as his sister. I've been living with them ever since.

Four years after, Izu-niisan became the Number One Hero, and finally moved out of his parent's house, I decided that I still wanted to live with him.

So here I am. We live in a rather nice house. It's not a mansion. But it's big. My brother drives me to school every morning but some days when he's in a rush, I walk.

He prefers to drive me but every time that happens, a swarm of fans gather around our car and I can't even get out. Then again when I walk, I'm almost always kidnapped by some crazy weirdo.

I'm not gonna lie, if I didn't decide to live with my brother, then he'd probably be late for work almost every day. That definitely won't be good for the Number One Hero.

As I place two plates of bacon, eggs, toast and tomatoes on the table, I hear light footsteps come down the stairs. Emerging into the kitchen is my brother, who's tying his tie to a fresh dark green suit.

He smiles at me.

"Thanks for making breakfast, sis," he says ruffling me hair. I blush at the compliment but soon scold him, "Don't wake up so late next time!" I poke at his chest.

"Okay! I'll try…" Izu-niisan says nervously, "Did you sleep well?"

We both sit down and pick up our chopsticks.

"I should be asking you that," I point my chopsticks at him accusingly. He raises his hands in defense, "Jeez. I'm sorry…"

I sigh, "I slept fine thanks."

"That's good."

We say our thanks and begin eating,

"So…about the other day…" I look up to find my brother's large green eyes fixed on me, his gaze calculating, "When I found you on the streets…"

I flinch and look away.

"Shouto told me it was nothing but…" he narrows his eyes, "I want to know from you what happened. Since you were watching…"

"Um…" I begin to panic.

Izu-niisan always tells me not to watch Hero and Villain fights up close because it's too dangerous but I always think he's overreacting so I do it anyway. Yeah, I'm mischievous that way. Still, he's been staring at me for a while now and I can tell he won't stop until he knows what happened.

The thing is…

I kind of don't want anything horrible to happen to Shouto-niisan and the others. Knowing my brother and how protective he is of me, and especially knowing what he's capable of when angry…

Yeah…I should probably avoid it somehow.

"Did you hear about the guy who married a pudding last week?"

"Don't try and change the subject."

I flinch.

I guess I really can't save the other Pro Heroes. Well at least I tried…

When we finally leave the house, my brother is NOT happy. In fact the aura he's giving off is so scary; the neighbors and random people on the street back off.

I sigh as we walk to the car.

I really can't save them…

A/N:

Midoriya is very protective. Next chapter, Eri's actual life at U.A High will be looked into.

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~Mizuki Kokoa