I know I said I wouldn't be uploading for a while but I've been stressing over things that are currently in progress. I may or may not be overestimating my will to finish real-life things.

i-is this flirty enough? I have zero experience on flirting with males (not that I'm doing well with girls). I mean, I sure do say some wacky, totally perverted pick-up lines to my friends which almost always result to a pick-up line fight or just us straight up doing PDA in public places. Disgusting. I know.

I've made a little extra stuff. I hope you enjoy Inori and Natsuo's friendly banter.

Today is the day where UA's students flex their battle prowess in hopes of impressing an agency and it is such a glorious event that Inori would hate to miss. Sadly, she is currently missing that event.

'are you even doing the training plan I gave you?'

Her mother scrutinized her as she lounged on the floor, picking at her nails. Her uncles are all busying themselves with the all-meat buffet in the other room.

'yup. I'm doing it everyday as instructed. Now, I know you're upset over my lack of- well, whatever it is you find me lacking but there is no need to rush things that are already in motion.'

She shrugs. Of course, she hasn't been following the training plan. She's got better things to do like hang out with her friends. Her mother harrumphed at her before turning towards the door.

'training you say, well then. It surely wouldn't be a problem if I call one of your uncles to spar with you.'

And with that, her mom left and called one of her uncles to spar with her. she would legit sell her soul to the devil just to get the hell out of here.

Hours have passed before she was even let out of the training room by her mom after getting her ass whooped by what felt like the country's whole military force. I mean it was just a couple of overly eager uncles who have been hounding her to join them in their little military club ever since she started elementary. Honestly, all that solo training she did paid off a little during the whole duration of the spar. Well, it's not like she forgot all those training she powered through back then. Inori sighed before stretching her limbs. Her mom is a total slave driver and it shows.

'I'm back.'

Her monotonous voice echoed in the Midoriya household. Huh. Looks like auntie and Izuku are both out. Shrugging, Inori limped towards her room before slamming the door shut and divebombing her bed. A sigh escaped her lips as she landed on the soft bed, her mind replaying what happened today. After she sent her three friends to watch Izuku's performance at the UA sports festival, she was picked up by the same damned red car that drove her back to her childhood home and well, the rest followed. As her mind floated around, she heard her phone buzz. It was a call.

'Jello?'

A standard greeting to an unknown number.

'more like hello.'

A stellar answer but that wasn't the standard answer.

'I would've rated you a stellar ten out of ten for that, but you didn't choke afterwards so it's a no for me bubba.'

Was her reply. There was a moment of silence before the person on the other end of the line exploded with laughter. Inori let the mystery caller a moment to recollect their composure, which took several minutes of them wheezing in laughter.

'are…. you good now? I sure do hope you're not dying because if you are, then I'd be fucked. People might think I have some voice activated quirk or whatever.'

Turns out, it was Natsuo. Apparently, he was at UA too and when Queenie learned that he didn't have her number on his phone, she took the liberty of punching Inori's number in his phone for her. What a good friend.

'well? How's my green bean for a cousin?'

She asked as she watch the sky turn dark from her window.

'eh, he's pretty cool. Not as cool as me though.'

Wow. How smug.

'how long did you practice that in front of a mirror? Five months?'

Natsuo made a little offended squawk.

'well I'm sorry, not everyone is a natural Casanova like you.'

Inori can feel him roll his eyes at her. Well, if he wants to play that game then he's gonna get one.

'you call my casual touches that? Wow, I could only imagine the effect I'll have on you when I go full ham on you with my 'Casanova' charm'

Natsuo snorted before responding.

'sure Inori. Sure.'

Just how many times will this boy roll his eyes at her?

'Excuse you, I'll have you know that I have a top tier pick-up line list right in my goddamn pocket so if you don't want to fall head over heels for me, I advise you to stop doubting my flirting prowess.'

And the conversation carried on like that until dinnertime. Well, dinnertime at the Todoroki household. It wasn't dinnertime yet at the Midoriya household since Inko is still out and Izuku is god knows where.

'we're back!'

The faint shout of Alfonso reached her ears as she opened her room's door.

'yo. Welcome back kids how's the sports festival?'

And with that, Izuku exploded into story mode as Inori messed around in the kitchen as she made her celebratory spaghetti and meatballs while Alfonso and Queenie chilled in the living room as Mun-Hee snoozed on the floor with all the throw pillows the Midoriya household owned.

It was now past twelve and the trio went home so now, it's just Izuku and Inori at home. Obviously, Izuku knew it was time for interrogation. On why she wasn't at the sports festival even though she looked so hyped when he asked her to come and watch and why does she have a training plan lying around.

'Big sister Inorin?'

He started, unsure if it really was a good idea to interrogate her.

'what's up Izu-bean?'

He took a deep breath before steeling his resolve.

'what's up with the training plan?'

He saw her froze before sighing. She turns from the dishes and towards him, her expression grim.

'my mom- your aunt- she made that.'

He practically memorized the training plan and from what he can recall, it was a rigorous one. A much harsher training than the one he endured with All Might.

'a-are you okay big sister Inorin?'

He was worried she wouldn't get what he meant by that but Inori walked towards him to ruffle his hair, signaling that she did understand what he was trying to say.

'I'm good kid. I've had worse.'

Worse? Izuku didn't like that one bit. What does she mean by worse? But most importantly, why does his aunt do this to her own child? From what he has learned through research, his mysterious aunt is a no-bullshit type of woman and a compassionate mother. None of this sounds compassionate. Not at all. Just what kind of family does his cousin has?

'Big sister Inorin.'

She hums again, now back to her previous task of washing dishes.

'I'll protect you and mom once I become a Pro-Hero.'

He heard her huff before responding to his promise.

'Well, you better be a Pro soon so you can save auntie from the big bad villains.'

To which he tilted his head.

'but what about you?'

This time she let out a dry chuckle.

'I'm long gone.'

Izuku saw her wipe something away from her face. What did she mean by that? Oh well. He'll figure it out sooner or later. For now, it's time to rest.

Secret Level!

What could've gone down if Inori attended UA Sports Festival

Loud cheers erupted from the audience but theirs is no doubt the loudest. With their matching green cheer-leading outfits, Inori, Queenie, and Mun-Hee chanted Izuku's name while Alfonso raised an LED board with the boy's name flashing on it in, you guessed it, neon green lights.

'Oh wow look at that! Midoriya Izuku of class 1-A have fans in the crowd!'

Present Mic, the game's announcer hollered as eyes turned towards them. Inori could see Izuku's red face from her place. How adorable.

'do your best greenie baby!'

The three of them yelled in their most girly voice just so their voice would fit the way they currently look.

BANG!

And so, the first round commenced.

It was now lunchtime and Inori was wandering around and looking for some food.

'Inori!'

A familiar voice shouted from the distance. She turned towards the direction of the voice and saw her pal.

'Oh! Natsuo my man! What's up!'

She greeted him with a lazy peace sign to which he snorted. He looked at her from head to toe, surveying the whole getup before flashing her a grin and a thumbs up.

'Looking cute! Didn't know you have clothes other than your faded mom jeans and graphic tees. Good on ya.'

Inori rolled her eyes at him as she hit his arm playfully.

'Hey, I wear sweatpants to school to so buzz off.'

To which Natsuo chuckled before taking off the sweater tied around his waist to tie it around her waist. what the fuck did he have a sweater with him? it's a hot day after all.

'I know you're not that showy with your goods. Just think of me as your personal hero.'

The usage of the word 'goods' made Inori's eyebrow arch, but she let it go after all, he only had her best interest at heart.

'pfft! You look like you had an epileptic shock when you winked!'

Inori snorted as she laughed in Natsuo's face.

'whaa? And I've been practicing that smile in front of the mirror too!'

He playfully pouted at her to which Inori rolled her eyes before linking their arms together.

'huh. Looks like you gotta practice some more.'

And the two of them walked aimlessly, both blissfully forgetting their companions who are waiting for them to come back. The two of them got an earful from their respective companions.

I sure do hope y'all enjoy this fucky piece of literature I've been slaving over instead of whatever it is I'm supposed to do. I swear I'm doing that, it's just that it takes time.

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darkpaladin89: (I'm side-eyeing you so hard right now) :0 sounds aight. maybe after stealing a credit card or two? lol but one goal of Inori's mom is to get grand kids ASAP [hence the 'marry a pro' consequence] and Inori isn't just going to hand that to her mom on a sliver platter. Inori's an asshole and it's genetic!