Nine.

Inari gasps in shock, body thrust into an empty void. A small, sparkling light–it almost looks like–floats past, slowly dimming into a small sliver of light. It transforms into an even brighter star. It continues to happening eight more times until stopping at the ninth change. Lighting up the empty void, making the darkness look far away despite surrounding Inari.

She is suddenly dragged away into a glass room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were warped and curved, the glass being a teal tint. Suddenly, something covers the entire room, making it pitch black.

The scenes kept changing around her. A forest. A bar. A stadium. Again and again and–Stop it, please–again.

Inari feels the air leave her lungs when she is thrust into one last scene. Red. Everything was red. Red covered silver. Red covered–God please, not again–the streets. Red, no... blood.


"Inari!" Momiji's shout startles Inari awake, shooting up, fist punching the air in front of her. A loud alarm was the first thing to pierce the frantic heartbeat in her ears. It brought her back to reality.

"Another one? You really need to go see a Quirk specialist. This is getting concerning," Momiji sighs, standing up from the edge of Inari's bed.

"Daki's making breakfast. I also made sure he didn't use up all the hot water," Momiji adds, walking out of the room. She's used to Inari's dreams.

"God, you are just the worst at worrying," Inari snarks, holding her pounding head in her trembling hands. Momiji rolls her eyes with a scoff.

"Growing up with you as a sister, I learned how to worry internally pretty quickly," She answers back, leaning against the doorway to dodge a pillow.

"It wasn't a statement you needed to answer shithead," Inari scowls, glaring at her younger sister. Momiji rolls her eyes again before leaving the room, tossing the pillow back on the bed when she walks past it.

"Remember about the meeting you have with Nezu-Sensei!" The 16 year old shouts over her shoulder, Inari groaning in annoyance, falling back on the bed. Closing her eyes, she takes a long breath before getting out of bed.

Inari tried to push the prophetic visions to the back of her mind while she did her morning routine, but it kept coming back to gnaw at her instincts.

"Damnit!" The 18 year old curses under her breath, running a hand through her damp hair. She quickly dresses in black high waisted slacks and a dark blue dress shirt before walking out of her room.

"What's cookin' good-lookin'?" Inari greets when she enters the kitchen. Hodaka rolls his eyes and Momiji groaning dramatically.

"Can we go one morning without these cheesy pick-up lines your practicing on us?" Hodaka asks with a blank stare. Inari grins, sitting at the old dining table. She places her hands behind her head and leans her chair back.

"Cheesy? Maybe." Inari says while shrugging. "Old-fashioned I'd call it."

"More like archaic," Momiji mutters into her mug of coffee. Inari grabs a pen from the table and throws it at the 16 year old without facing her. Momiji yelps when the pen hits the bridge of her nose, making her choke on her coffee.

"Holy–coffee up my nose! Oh God–hot hot hot!" Momiji grabs her nose, coughing. Inari barks out a laugh, grabbing her stomach. Hodaka stifles a laugh, rolling his eyes before placing two plates of breakfast in front of the females.

"Breakfast, is served," Hodaka says with a dramatic bow. Inari rolls her eyes and takes a bite of her eggs.

"You burnt my eggs!" The 18 year old exclaims loudly, hitting the younger male's shoulder.

"They look perfectly fine! Stop exaggerating," Hodaka retorts, rubbing his shoulder. Inari scoffs with an eye roll.

"This is the third time you overcooked my eggs," Inari says, eating her bacon with a pout.

"And you both call me the drama queen," Momiji mutters into her coffee. Inari grabs another pen and throws it at Momiji.

"Gah–stop doing that when I'm drinking hot coffee!"


"Why are they all so... happy?" Inari asks with furrowed eyebrows. She watches the UA students laughing and talking with each other while they enter the school. Momiji rolls her eyes and grabs Inari's elbow before dragging her away from the window.

"I am not going to be late for class 'cause you wanted to watch teenagers with normal, happy families enter the school. Nezu-Sensei's office is this way," Momiji says, making Inari groan.

"God, this reminds me of high school. The walk of shame–or pride–to the principal's office," The 18 year old says, scratching her head. Momiji rolls her eyes, giving Inari a side glare.

"If you didn't continue making the teachers despise you, you wouldn't have to do the walk of shame."

"Hey! Those days were my walks of pride and accomplishment! The walks of shame were when I kept getting snitched on."

"No one liked you."

"Well, you and Daki liked me!"

"Debatable. We're your siblings, we have to."

Inari places a hand over her heart with a hurt expression at Momiji's deadpan statement.

"Okay, one: ow. Two: hurtful. Three: You both supported my hobbies," Inari says, making Momiji shrug.

"Only because it was hilarious and it stopped you from pranking me and Daki constantly," Momiji shrugs. "We're here. Please don't annoy Nezu-Sensei. I don't want to help hide your body."

Inari chuckles and messes up Momiji's hair.

"Ask for extra credit when hiding my body. Oh and leave my knife with me. I have some dead bitches on my list," Inari jokes, making Momiji giggle. Momiji waves goodbye while she walks away. Inari pops her neck before shaking her hands and knocks on the door.

"Come in!" The squeaky voice of UA's principal speaks up from the office. Inari places a wide grin on her face and opens the door.

"Of course it's her."

Inari's grin widens even more. Oh this is going to be so much fun.

"Been a while, eh Erasurehead?"


Yo. Hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter! Bye!