I feel like this is getting shorter and shorter every chapter. I apologize for that.

I also made a few minor corrections in the previous chapter because I was stupid and sleepy when I uploaded that. My bad.

The low rumble of the washing machine accompanies Inori in the deserted twenty-four seven self-service laundromat two blocks away from home as she watched her clothes spin inside. It wasn't just the low rumble of the machine in front of her that kept her company. There was also an ancient song playing on the croaking speakers of the shop. It wasn't a regular occurrence, her doing laundry at three in the morning. It's just that the washing machine at the Midoriyas broke and she would rather walk two blocks away with three laundry bins in tow than asking Queenie and Mun-Hee to let her use their apartment's communal laundry room. Those two could never wash laundry properly.

"it's going down, I'm yelling timber! You better move, you better dance- "

The ancient speakers croaked, each note sounding like a curse more and more. Shaking her head, Inori focused on her clothes spinning and spinning and spinning inside the machine. Combining with the dull rumbles, it felt almost like a lullaby that coaxes her to fall sleep. A tempting offer, but she's got a laundry to watch. As she let her eyes wander around the empty shop, she saw the lone employee of the shop dozing off on a chair beside the employees only room entrance. Lucky bastard, sleeping on the job without getting caught.

As the clock's hands pointed at three-thirty, a shaggy man trudged in, basket in tow. It was the same guy from last month who was accompanied by a loud blond man with a weird mustache. How she remembered that, she doesn't know.

The shaggy man sat three machines away to her left and started to load his laundry in. Looking closely, he doesn't really look much different from last month except for the darker eyebags and the simple white t-shirt that said 'it's my party and I'll die if I want to' in comic sans above a shitty clip art of a cake. She can only imagine what kind of job this man has.

'Hey. Can you pass the detergent?'

His deep bored voice broke her reverie. Not bothering to respond, Inori mutely passed the bottle to the man who grumbled a thanks. She just tilted her head forward, acknowledging his response. No words were exchanged after that. The man stared at his laundry, spinning and spinning and spinning inside the machine while Inori played with her newly dyed hair. It was now a radioactive green. Queenie somehow found a glow in the dark hair dye and decided to use it on her. Inori can't wait to get bald from all the chemicals Queenie slapped on her hair.

It was now four-fifteen and Inori just finished her laundry. She's now dragging her three laundry baskets filled with meticulously washed (she just cycled it three times in three different modes) clothes. It was wee hours in the morning but she's pretty sure she'll be alright. She had done this twice before and she still hasn't been mugged. Not even once. Maybe she's just lucky. Oh wait, that's just her quirk.

Snorting to herself, she walked faster.

After crashing in her room at five forty-five in the morning, Inori slept until it was sundown. Finding herself alone, she grabbed her phone and wallet before heading out to go find something to eat. It wasn't like her auntie didn't leave any leftovers; the whole fridge is filled with food from last night's dinner. She's just craving some noodles is all.

She found a hole in the wall ramen shop and entered it. The place was small but homey and has quite several patrons dining. As her eyes swept the whole area, she saw a familiar shaggy man. It was the same guy from the laundromat earlier today and he's with his loud blond friend with the weird moustache and a lady she has never seen before. She's a goddamn goddess that's for sure.

'Welcome!'

A server greeted her to which she nodded as she made a beeline towards the counter.

'one super bowl please.'

The chef nodded and messed around the kitchen. Inori took her time to properly look around and appreciate the interior of the shop. Her eyes might be on the wooden beams above her, but her ears are on the trio who were slurping noodles and chatting in a booth somewhere to her left. They seemed like great friends and apparently, the three works in the same place. Talk about squad goals.

'here's your order!'

The chef placed the comically large bowl of ramen in front of her. She gave him her thanks and proceeded to add a whole bunch of things to her bowl. Chopped up chives, garlic bits, all that good stuff.

'thanks for the food.'

She murmured to herself as she started eating. With her ears still focused on the conversation of the trio to her left, she caught the words 'fieldtrip', 'pain in the ass', and 'tiring'. Are they teachers? Only a teacher would say those three in a sentence. Shaking her head, she decided to not listen any further and focus on the task at hand. Finishing the steaming bowl of ramen in front of her.

With her belly filled with noodles, she decided to listen to music as she heads home. With a little more spring in her step, she did a hybrid of skipping and walking normally down the streets. Her mind wanders as she walked back home. She was on autopilot the rest of the way home.

'I'm back.'

She said as she entered the door. The place was quiet. It seems like the two Midoriyas aren't home yet. Shrugging, she plopped down the couch and fiddled with her phone. With an astounding zero messages and missed calls from practically anyone who has her number, she decided to play some games. She fell asleep after the third level of her game.

'We're home!'

Inko walked in with Izuku in tow. They had a rare mother-son bonding day and was out the entire day eating ice creams and just hanging around with each other. Izuku's ears perked up at the soft, whisper-like music playing and followed it. The sound led him to the couch where he saw his cousin snoring lightly on the couch, phone on the floor, long forgotten and her earphones tangled around her arm. He decided to let his cousin sleep some more. Today is a lazy day after all.

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darkpaladin89: I mean, I would make a move on that boy too. Who doesn't want a tall rich boy as a boyfriend? ʅ（´◔౪◔）ʃ