"So, Ine. The heroes that were at USJ mentioned you say something about the villains being a league, how'd you know about that?" Hawks's question surprises Inari when she was taking a drink of her water. She chokes on the water and goes into a coughing fit.

"Holy fucking... fuck! Don't ask sudden questions when I'm drinking! Jesus fuck," Inari places a hand over her chest in pain. Her body ached a bit more.

She groans and sets her water on the coffee table, rubbing her chest and glaring at Hawks. She takes note of the silence that follows the question.

"...my Quirk sorta lets me see visions of the future. I saw a vision about the villains while I was knocked out," The white haired woman explains with a small shrug. She scratches her forehead with a frown.

"That's so cool! You can see into the future?" Hawks exclaims with a genuinely bright smile.

Inari snorts sardonically and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, it's cool until you see something horrible and you can't change it." She leans back and sighs heavily.

"I did say sorta," Inari corrects Hawks. "I call it Oracle for a reason, Hawks."

"It's a bunch of bullshit if you ask me," Hodaka comments, grunting in pain when Inari hits his head with one of her crutches.

"Oracle? Like, prophecies?" Hawks asks curiously. Inari makes a so-so hand motion.

"They're not prophetic visions, but what I see in the future is always in some form of symbolism and scenery." Inari ignores her brother's insult. "And I can't exactly control when I see the visions. It's not bullshit like yours."

"You're just pissed that I can catch you when your about to do stupid shit without physically being there," Hodaka says, making Inari glare at him. The white haired teenager meets her glare with one of his own.

"Ine, the last time I decided to see what you were doing, you were literally jumping off of a four story building, crashing into scaffolding on the other building as you fell to the ground."

"I caught the suspect, didn't I?" Inari pouts slightly.

"You had three broken ribs–which one of them had punctured your lung. I had never seen Tsukauchi-san motherhenning you so much," Hodaka points out with a deadpan expression. Inari flips him off and takes a sip of her water.

"Fuck you, I nailed that landing. You and Naomasa can go to hell."

Hodaka groans and rubs his eyes. "And you wonder why people don't like to leave your fuckin' ass alone to your own devices."

"Ine, you did what?" Eraserhead asks with a glare. Inari sighs heavily and glares at her smug younger brother. Traitor.

"...the suspect would've gotten away if I went down through the building. I was fine."

Hawks waves a hand at the white haired woman, glaring at Best Jeanist. "See?! I could've done that a couple days ago! Why'd you scold me?"

"Your faces!" Ms. Joke exclaims with a laugh, pointing at Eraserhead and Best Jeanist.

"Guess who's still alive, bitches!" Inari exclaims when she makes her way into the teacher's lounge. Eraserhead glares heavily at her before resuming his grading.

Nezu smiles brightly and gives her a wave. "Hello Ine-san! How are you this fine morning?"

"I feel like absolute shit," Inari answers with a smile. She adjusts her grip on her crutches and walks over to one of the couches.

"Well, you keep slowing your healing process with all the stupid shit you do. It's bad enough you don't take your prescribed medication," Momiji states, walking over to Nezu with a tablet in her hands.

"Don't even start. I already have to deal with Daki. I ain't dealing with you. Work on your scary shit with Nezu-san." Inari grunts in pain when she plops down on the couch. She moves her crutches away and leans back with a sigh.

"The medication can go fuck itself. I ain't taking it," Inari adds while giving her younger sister a small look.

"I wasn't going to force you. Losing my prank-free life isn't worth it," Momiji reassures calmly, not even glancing up from her tablet.

"You should probably take your medication, Ine-san. It would lessen the level of pain you are in," Toshinori suggests worriedly. Inari snorts and waves her hand, dismissing the suggestion.

"Don't even try to bother, Yagi-Sensei. Ine's too stubborn to even try and convince on a good day," Momiji snarks slightly before handing her tablet to Nezu for him to check her work. Inari flips off her younger sister without looking, taking out her phone.

She unlocks it and checks her schedule. "The Sports Festival is in a few days. Watcha gonna do?"

"I'm going to watch. It's first years, remember?" Momiji glances up with a narrowed gaze. "How much are you betting on Daki?"

"I'm not betting on Daki," Inari says with a shrug.

"I'm betting on Eraser's kids."

"I don't think that's wise. The rest of UA will be after them with all the coverage 1-A got from the USJ incident," The white haired teenager comments, taking back her tablet from Nezu once he finished reviewing what was on it.

"Why do you think I like them so much?" Inari asks with a grin, making Momiji freeze. She turns and gives Eraserhead a small glare.

"Don't leave my sister alone with your class. They'll become feral."

"Wow, hurtful Moji! I'm not going to turn them feral." Inari purposely ignores the heavy glare from her younger sister. "They're already feral. I don't need to turn them."

"Oh my God... why are you the adult sibling?"

Yo. Hope you like the new chapter! A bit short, but I couldn't think of much. Next chapter should be Sports Festival. Inari's about to meet a lot of heroes and the heroes about to meet the most feral human there is... barring Izuku, Katsuki, Tenya, and Shōto.

Hope you are enjoying the story so far. Bye!