At the insistence of Momiji, Inari stayed in the hospital for two more days. The day she was able to leave, she was clearly not ready, but Inari couldn't stand to be in a hospital anymore.

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Inari shakily puts up her phone and grabs her crutch. She slowly walks down the steps of the hospital, purposely ignoring her little sister's glare from behind.

"I've called Dabi and Himiko. They're meeting us at Taco Bell," Momiji says calmly. Inari groans and turns her head to glare at the 16 year old.

She ignores the ache starting to build in her neck. "Are you serious?"

"Hey, I managed to convince them to wait until you got checked out. Dabi was ready to storm the hospital the moment he heard you put yourself in danger to protect someone else," The white haired teenager mentions with an eye roll.

"Momiji, I–you seriously can't blame me for that. I moved without thinking." Inari faces forward again and starts to walk as fast as she was capable of walking. "That–that monster was probably gonna go after me anyway. I heard what the handman said. It was the anti-Symbol of Peace. You know what that means."

Momiji sighs quietly and speeds up her walk. "Ine, I'm not blaming you. I'm just–just never mind."

They stay in a tense silence as they make their way to the nearest Taco Bell. A tall, black haired 22 year old with the left side of the lower part of his face, neck, and arm covered in severe burn scars, fair skin, and bright turquoise blue eyes sat outside of the Taco Bell. Across from him was a shorter 16 year old girl with ash blonde hair pulled into two messy buns, fair skin, and cat-like gold eyes surrounded by slightly dark circles.

"You both look like hell," Inari comments with a smirk, making her way towards the table. The man immediately stands up and trudges forward with a scowl.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Ine?" He snarls lowly, towering over the white haired woman. Inari rolls her eyes and adjusts her crutches to flip him off.

"Ine-chan!" The blonde teenager exclaims, rushing past the man to give her a big hug. She hisses in pain when the blonde squeezes her sensitive ribs, making her immediately pull back.

"Oh–" The blonde gently places a hand on Inari's. "–you said you were good enough to be checked out!"

"She refused to stay in the hospital any longer. The doctors gave her strict orders to take it easy for the next couple of weeks while Recovery Girl continues treating her," Momiji informs the two, giving her older sister a side glare.

A small blush starts to form on the blonde's cheeks as she inspects the injured woman. "It must have been such a bloody mess..."

"Himiko," Inari scolds fondly with a small smile, not bothered by Toga Himiko's slight obsession with blood. Dabi rolls his eyes and slightly nudges the blonde girl.

"Think you can stomach Taco Bell?" Dabi asks as they make their way back to the table. Inari snorts and shakes her head.

"No, but I'd rather puke my guts out than continue suffering through the taste of hospital food in my mouth any longer."

Inari stares down at her shaking arms, tracing over the dark bruises and new scars. She doesn't move around in the steaming bath, just stares at the reminders of what happened at USJ. She glances at her ankle, seeing the red scar that wrapped around it and going up her calf.

"Jesus fucking Christ. They said it was bad, but this..." Inari clenches her hands into fists, wincing slightly at the sharp pain. She sighs and relaxes her hands before letting them sink into the hot water. She sinks deeper into the water, ignoring how her the hot water hurt her sensitive skin.

Someone gently knocks on the bathroom door. "Do you need help with washing your hair?" Inari sighs softly and rests her head against the tile wall. She glares up at the ceiling with a frown.

"Sure. Come in," The white haired woman says before Momiji walks in, closing the door behind her.

"Oh..." Momiji states when she glances at her older sister's unbandaged arms. Her face pales at the bruises completely covering every every inch of Inari's skin.

"It's a lot worse than it looks," Inari comments, slowly raising her arms out of the water. "And it fucking hurts a whole lot more."

Momiji forces herself out of her thoughts and kneels beside the bathtub. "Are you sure you don't want to stay home and rest today? Aizawa-Sensei will completely understand."

Inari snorts sardonically and gives Momiji a small glare. She doesn't say anything to defend herself as she lets Momiji pour water over her head.

"Might as well go an' see whatever the hell he wants. If it gets bad, I'll just rest at his place." Momiji rolls her eyes with a small smile, giving her older sister a look.

"I have a meeting with Nezu-Sensei today, but Daki said he'd go with you with your medication–and as supervision," The white haired teenager says, making Inari groan dramatically.

"I am literally the adult here. I don't need someone babysitting me," She whines softly.

Momiji stares at her disbelievingly before she starts to scrub shampoo into her hair. "Sure. And the day you accidentally committed arson totally shows that you are capable of going somewhere alone while recovering from an injury."

"That was not my fault. I didn't even start the fire. Dabi did."

"Oh, or how about the time you got stabbed because you said 'what are you gonna do, stab me?' to a mugger," Momiji adds with a sweet smile. Inari feels her ears burn as she averts her gaze, pouting at the wall.

"He didn't look threatening with a knife," She mutters under her breath in her defense. The 16 year old lightly smacks Inari's shoulder before giving her another look.

"It was a high-quality tanto knife. How is that not threatening?" Momiji asks incredulously. Inari rolls her eyes before closing them when her little sister pours water over her head to wash the shampoo away.

They stay in a comfortable silence. Inari feels warmth in her heart and smiles softly. She doesn't deserve how caring her siblings are to her.

She never did.

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