bro, this corona virus lock down is making me a wee bit crazy ngl.

family bonding y'all!

With Izuku's recent hospitalization, Inori's mother decided to once again call her for the juicy deets the teen has.

"Like I said, he got his ass whopped by that Hero Killer guy." Inori said, face set in the family's typical eternally pissed face as her mother cackled like a madman on cocaine. "Ha! That's what he gets for trying to be a hero when he's quirkless!" Inori grimaced along with her grandma who was just chilling on the couch, munching on biscuits. "he's not quirkless. He has strength enhancing quirk" "I don't care! He's born quirkless and would stay quirkless to me!" and so, for the next three hours, Inori's mother cackled until she choked on air. The moment she was choking on air, Inori and grandma decided to 'check the gardens' for 'some vegetables ready for picking'. The two of them parted ways after leaving the sunroom.

"yo, Inorin!" god, why have you forsaken Inori? "hello Third uncle." Inori cringed away from her boisterous uncle. Well, tried. Third Uncle is the type of person who has little to no respect in social distance. He's also an airhead so cringing away from him would only means you're shy in his mind.

"wanna hang out with your cool and handsome Third Uncle? Hahaha! I know you do! After all, I'm the coolest uncle!" Third Uncle does this every time! Inori steeled her resolve. She will reject Third Uncle's offer to hang out this time!

"where the hell- "Inori starts, eyes wandering around the room she's currently in. "-am I?" to her left was Third Uncle, geared in his military uniform. This time around, she's not alone with Third Uncle which is good. She doesn't wanna repeat the last time the two of them were left alone with no adult supervision. Sadly, the adult supervision was First Uncle. He's very lax and would let Third Uncle do whatever he wants. God damn it all!

"I don't see how this is a good uncle-and-niece bonding exercise." First Uncle comments as he flashed his badge at the sentry guards who saluted with all their might at her two uncles. "well, she'll have more insight on jailing system!" Third Uncle beamed at First Uncle who sighed before fixing Inori's beret. "Third Uncle" Inori called her uncle who beamed at her, excited to have a rare bonding time with his favorite niece. "why did you make me wear this?" Inori deadpans as First Uncle snorts in amusement. "to look cute and fit in the theme! We're in jail after all!" Inori sighs and looked down at her outfit. It was a 'mini-me' cutesy girly version of Third Uncle's military uniform, from the cute little beret to the cute boots. It was annoying.

"ah, but this isn't a normal jail." A voice from behind said. Turning around, Inori saw an older man in the same uniform Third Uncle is wearing but with less accents. "welcome to Tartarus, Miss Midorima." Huh.

"please, Inori is fine Gramps."

"literally what the fuck?! You were in Tartarus?!" Queenie screeched as the four of them hanged out in Mun-Hee's workshop. "yeah, I was given a grand-ass tour of the place and a matching uniform." Inori stated, bored as ever. "well, whatever. Just don't wear your new uniform at the party later." Queenie shrugged, now uninterested in Inori's Tartarus adventure. "happy birthday." Inori said, a party hat in her hand. Where she got it, Queenie doesn't know. "it's not my birthday you dumb fuck, Endeavor is hosting a party tonight to flex and our families are invited." Inori sighs and buried her face in the neon bean bag.

"fuck my life." She groans into the bean bag.

Sipping her champagne, Inori let her eyes wander around the room. There were important figures left and right, kissing up each other's asses and flexing their achievements. As the designated family representative for stupid parties like this, it's Inori's job to smile, be pretty, and flex back but only when flexed on first. It was bearable with her three friends on their designated table. With the joint effort of Mun-Hee and Alfonso, the four of them had been conversing telepathically for the past hour or so. They don't really know how long they've been there.

"ah! Miss Midorima!" a new flexer has arrived. Queenie scoffed telepathically. Typical. They only look at Inori and rarely look at the rest of the table. They were keeping a mental tally on who was flexed on and the current number one on the list is Inori, followed by Mun-Hee, leaving Alfonso and Queenie in third place. How sad (not really).

"hello." Inori greeted back. Huh, looks like she's approaching a new tactic on handling stray flexers coming their (her) way. 'Forget being nice, be rude instead!' was the new tactic's name. will it be effective?

"how is your father? Still tending to your family's garden?" ah, the classic 'look at this loser! Her dad's a stupid farmer in the countryside!' low jab. A tight but polite smile and light laugh combo! Nice response Inori! "oh sir, you're funny! Our family's garden isn't a great playground for the head of the Agriculture department! It would be too small for dad!" man, this is going to be a long night.

With the gathering ending, Inori slumped on her seat. Did they really think her dad is just a farmer? Well, sure he's always at the countryside, tending to the family's acers and acers of land, but that doesn't mean that's his full-time job.

"Inorin?"

A voice called out from behind her. Queenie giggled slyly as Alfonso and Mun-Hee discreetly recorded the scene. Looking behind her, Inori saw Natsuo dressed formally. "wow, you look like you're going to prom but didn't have a date, so you danced with your male friends." Inori said with a teasing smile. "so mean!" Natsuo pouted playfully before sitting with them on their table. "so, enjoying the party?" He smiled at the quartet. "your dad could do better." Mun-Hee responded, slouching on her chair. Natsuo sighs solemnly "sadly, dad isn't one for party rocking.". The four boo-ed as Natsuo laughed. Queenie smiled at them, eyes filled with excitement and mischievousness.

"wanna sneak out?"

Inori doesn't really get it but the five of them sneaked out of the Todoroki manor, still in their upper echelon party outfits. With Queenie laughing loudly, Alfonso nagging her to shut up, Mun-Hee muttering how this is a bad idea, and Natsuo's excited chatter, Inori didn't have the time and room for thinking about the finer details of their little escape. After all, the five of them are out of the stuffy party and are headed towards a more chill and hip party. Hopefully, they'd find a place to change their clothes.

In the end, the five of them entered a club in their suits and dresses. They stood out of place but who cares! They were in the hippest club downtown! Nobody cares what people wear in here!

"Chug! Chug! Chug! WHOO!"

The crowd cheered as Queenie gulped down massive amounts of alcohol at the bar. Alfonso was also at the bar but was doing shots instead. While those two were drinking their hearts out, Mun-Hee was at the dance floor, dancing with people she has never met in her life. Hell, she was even grinding with someone earlier.

"so." Natsuo starts, head turning towards Inori as the two of them were left at the booth to chill." What's poppin'?" he propped an arm on the table and strikes a pose before giving Inori 'The Smoulder'. Inori snorted before cackling like a madman. Thank god the music was so damn loud. "what the fuck was that dumb face!" she was now crying from laughter as Natsuo huffed and pouted, pretending to be mad. "that was my new move! I call it The Smoulder- hey! Stop laughing!" Natsuo pinched her cheeks as she continued to laugh. "it's just- "Inori said, shoulders still shaking from all the laughing "-you look silly! Like- like a bird's butt!" Natsuo froze. "birds don't have butts! Those are called cloaca you dumb fuck!" He cried while pulling her cheeks some more.

It was a fun night. The most fun night the five of them ever had that they wished it never ends. Sadly, time doesn't stop for anyone and so, time continued to flow and today became tomorrow and tomorrow became today.

Bonus Round!

Adult Supervision? He is an Adult!

When Inori was just a wee little fourth grader, Third Uncle took her out to fish with him. normally, this type of bonding moment is for dads and their sons, but their family isn't normal. And so, here they are, in buttfuck nowhere America. For what? Well, for fishing of course! Their current objective is to get salmon (maybe something else that swims too) but there is one glaring problem. Third Uncle doesn't know what a salmon looks like. He only knows it's a fish and fishes swim. Now, they're somewhere in America, armed with two fishing rods, Inori's sneer, and Third Uncle's determination. Surely, they'd find salmon. Right?

Wrong. Somehow, they entered a dense rainforest and was now on the run from piranhas and a huge ass snake. There were also angry natives in the mix. Third Uncle somehow pissed off the natives. For what reason, Inori doesn't care to know.

'oh look! A pretty frog!'

Third Uncle exclaimed as he stopped running and crouched down to pat the vibrant frog with his bare hands.

'Third Uncle! Don't!'

Too late. He froze and fell over, mouth starting to bubble. Whoa, whatever that was, it's fast acting. How cool is that? Shaking her head, Inori dragged her uncle around until she found a big enough tree where the two of them could hide for a bit. It felt like she was forgetting something, but she shrugs. Eh, it must be nothing.

'ngh…quirks…jail'

Third Uncle mumbled to himself. Maybe the frog was hallucinogenic? She sighs once more before slumping down. Inori misses her soft bed.

'I wish I had a more flexible quirk- '

Stupid! She has a probability quirk! But how much can she manipulate probability? Well, one way to find out. Slapping her uncle twice, she activated her quirk.

'Hey Third Uncle, did you know that the probability of us suddenly teleporting in the middle of Second Uncle's office is around one hundred percent?'

There were no weird special effects they just- poof-ed. One moment she was in a rainforest with Third Uncle and now, she's inside Second Uncle's office, all muddy and dirty. Beside her was her conked out Third Uncle.

'WHAT THE FUCK!?'

Inori turned to Second Uncle who had a pretty girl sitting on his lap, hair all messy and her lipstick all smudged.

'Hi Second Uncle.'

Inori starts, bored eyes drilling into the two adults who were probably doing adult things before she poof-ed in.

'Having fun?'

There were loud screams that echoed through the office and halls. The secretary was fired the next day and Second Uncle was sent away to train for covert ops. Third Uncle survived. Yay.

time to introduce the three dunces.

First Uncle - second eldest and the most lax. he's the type of uncle that would always catch you doing something inappropriate and stare at you for a good minute or two before leaving but wouldn't tell your parents about it. he's one of the top brass in the maritime forces.

Second Uncle - third eldest and a soft boy. he's the type of uncle who would teach you how to drink at an early age. maybe even drugs. he's also the type of uncle who would bring their toddler niece to strip clubs when babysitting. he's one of the top brass in the air forces.

Third Uncle -youngest and a total airhead. he's the type of uncle who is boisterous gives bone crushing hugs. he's the kind of uncle that likes doing father-son bonding time with his niece even though she's a girl and is not his own child. he's one of the top brass in the military forces.

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darkpaladin89: lol poor kid.

:0 pls don't restart now. you haven't saved yet. (im sure i can think of better degenerate shit you can restart on so please-)