"MORNIN' EGGHEAD!"

My sister woke me up with her usual grace.

Name; Chisaikari Reza

Quirk; Laser!!

She's able to fire a small blast of concentrated heat and light from the tips of her index fingers. But be careful! She can't aim them after she's already fired, and there's no stopping these babies after they're already out! Thank goodness they're only a few centimeters wide!

"...mornin'..."

I grumbled, still trying my best to shake the sleepiness from my eyes.

Name; Chisaikari Hikari

Quirk; Heat Lamp

Hikari can cause his hands to give off a small amount of heat and some dim light on command! His hand's immunity to heat always comes in handy, even if he's not able to give off much power!

I don't know how obvious it is, but frankly; my sister's quirk is a LOT cooler than mine. In fact, just about everything about her is. Reza wasn't super popular, but that never stopped her from being the top of her class, and more so basically a master of whatever she set her mind to, from pole vaulting to soccer and everything in between.

I was pretty much the opposite; my pretty pathetic quirk and lack of athleticism was the worst of all the genes I inherited.

Reza's straight brunette hair came straight from our father's side of the family, along with the heat element of both of our quirks. My blonde mop of curls came straight from Mom, who's power to light up a room with her smile- and the glowing teeth her quirk provides- were once again lost to the powerhouse that was my sister.

If genetics are the lottery, it's pretty fair to say I lost.

Not that I resent her or anything, far from it. I've always known that she was going to do great things some day, so I've always sort of followed her around.

Even now, with applications to high schools being only a few weeks away, I've simply just been going through the motions and doing whatever she is, hoping to coast by on her coattails.

"We've got a fuuuuull day ahead of us! Let's do our best!"

Her enthusiasm, as always, didn't falter. She's a huge fan of this up and coming hero "All-might", and his philosophy of always being positive seems to have stuck with her. I groaned and attempted to haul myself up, knowing that we had another huge day of hard work to help Reza boost her chances of acceptance to UQM as much as possible.

That's where we're attempting to go to high school- the University of Quirk Management. Her choice, obviously. It wasn't the most prestigious school- that title belonging to UA- but it was only a short walk from our house and had even been the alumnus of a top 10 hero or two!

Before I even had to time to fully wake up, I was helping my sister train. After her solo hand exercises, to boost control of her quirk, Reza and I got in our usual course of morning exercises. She lapped me over and over again on our run, followed by doing the same while swimming at the beach near our house. Naturally, to cap it all off she got a perfect score while we were quizzing each other- my meager 60% couldn't even hope to compare.

Then, back to the beach for the fun part (at least for Reza); quirk training.

"Hikari!" She shouted with a grin, "PULL!"

That was my cue. I chucked a rock from the ground into the air, and with a slight "brrrrzzzaAP" a bright yellow beam shot from Reza's left fingertip.

Bullseye.

The rock fell to the earth, now with a centimeter wide hole in it still smoking from the blast.

My sister and I let out a loud "YESSSS!" In unison. She had been trying to improve her accuracy for weeks, and like all things, it was clear that she was getting scarily good at it. I was with her every step along the way, and frankly I couldn't have been prouder of her!

Sure, it might have...hurt a little bit to see how amazing her quirk was, but...that was fine. It wasn't like I could really do much with my worthless power anyway. Truthfully, I can't even get my hands hot enough to make a cup of tea, much less to fight crime or save people.

See, that's always been a dream of ours. Since we were little kids, "The Unstoppable Chisaikari Duo" has always been what we've worked towards. It wasn't until I got older that I realized I was no hero next to her.

UQM was no UA, but their numbers of acceptance were still scary low. To me and my sister, the new hole in that rock was a lot of things. It was a sign of progress. It was a souvenir of just how far my sisters training had allowed her to progress. And it was an unspoken realization between the two of us- she was so far ahead of me that I didn't have so much of a prayer of getting into UQM.