Chapter 1

(y/n) let out an amazed huff of air as she watched her nephew, who was only a head shorter than her, effortlessly haul her plasma screen television into her newly rented apartment. "Damn, Kiddo, maybe you are the next All Might." Izuku flushed a little at the praise.

"W-who me? A-aunt (y/n), that's crazy. I could never get to that level." (y/n) ruffled his hair with a fond grin. "Well, you never know. You did make it into the hero program, you're already halfway there in my book."

She was trying her best to be the fun supportive aunt she always wanted to be, but it was a little hard, seeing as she'd only just learned the kid existed a week ago, and vice versa. The truth was, they were still getting used to each other, just like (y/n) was still getting used to having her sister, Inko, in her life again. Speaking of Inko…

(y/n) turned to see her older sister putting dishes in what she felt to be the right cabinets. "Thanks for helping me move in, you two. I really didn't expect this from you, especially after…" (y/n)'s sentence trailed off. No need to dredge up the past again.

"Nonsense," Inko replied, her voice a little shaky, as she used her quirk to lift a stack of plates from a box on the ground. "you're my baby sister. There's no way I'd let you move everything in here by yourself." (y/n) sighed as she leaned on the counter next to her previously estranged sibling.

"You must have thought I was such a brat back in the day." Inko gasped as she put the plates away "Never. I never thought that of you. You were doing the only thing you could to take control of yourself. If anyone was acting like a brat, it was me."

(y/n) sighed. Her sister always ended up blaming herself for the shortcomings of others. Inko would never think this of her, but truth be told, (y/n) had run away. She ran until she got sick of running, and then she came crawling back. (y/n) wrapped her sister in an affectionate hug, which was hesitantly, but earnestly returned.

"you've always been a good girl, (y/n). You'll always be my baby sister." (y/n) groaned, releasing her. "Jesus Christ, Inko, I'm 28. You have a son to baby now, don't you? Treat me like an adult for once." Inko laughed sadly. "Being treated like a child is the reason you left in the first place, huh?"

Izuku, having just moved the couch into the apartment was now standing awkwardly in the doorway, listening to the conversation. "Uhh, I just thought I should let you guys know that I was going to look for any nearby takeout places for us to get food from later."

(y/n) smiled. "Great idea, Kiddo." She handed him a bit of cash to 'burn while he was exploring the place' and sent him out. Inko watched the interaction until her son had closed the front door behind him.

"(y/n), I want him to have a good relationship with you." This startled (y/n). "Whoa, Ink, where is this coming from?" Her sister wrung her hands. "It's just that, you can count the good relationships he's had with family members on one hand… One finger, if I'm being really honest, and I just want him to have one more familial tie he can count on…"

She took a deep breath "so, I think he should come and spend weekends with you. If that's alright, I know you just got here, and you just met him but-" (y/n) cut off Inko before her face could turn tomato red. "-Inko, I get it. I think that's a great idea."

Relief and joy could plainly be seen on Inkos face. "Oh, great. That's wonderful." (y/n), realizing that her older sister was on the brink of tears, decided to change the subject. Had she always been this sad? "Alright! These dishes aren't going to put themselves away!" The distraction helped her sister immensely, it would seem, as her mood perked up significantly afterwards.

Later that evening, the three of them sat around the coffee table and ate take out from a local Chinese place, before Inko and Izuku went home. With a hug from each of them, and a promise for more visits soon, the two were off, and (y/n) was left in her apartment, alone.

It was a lot quieter than she had anticipated. She could faintly hear the stomping feet of her next-door neighbor and prayed he hadn't heard the rather personal conversation she'd had with her sister through the apparent paper-thin walls earlier.

Oh well. No sense worrying about the perception of a neighbor she hadn't met yet. (y/n) groaned, as she attempted to unpack her bookshelf next. She got about halfway through before was brought out of her task by the feeling of a big ball of fur rubbing her leg.

"hey Mochi." (y/n) cooed as she picked up her ginormous Maine Coon. Mochi simply meowed back at her, not at all perturbed with the fact that he was now being carried around the apartment like a big, hairy, baby. "Look who came out of hiding. Too much excitement today, huh?" "Mao."

She tossed him onto the couch, where he decided to curl up and nap. He'd taken the cross-country move rather well, all things considered. (y/n) rubbed at her eyes. It was getting rather late, and tomorrow was a big day. She got ready for bed and fell into a dreamless sleep the minute her head hit the pillow.

In the morning, (y/n) fed Mochi, made breakfast, put on her best interview attire and set off for her 9 am interview at a nearby publishing firm. As she turned to lock her door, her stompy neighbor from the night before emerged from his own apartment.

In a scruffy, broody way, he was rather attractive. His dark hair pulled away from his face in a half man-bun, he styled dark clothing and a while scarf. His five o'clock shadow was extremely noticeable on his face. As he turned to walk down the hall, his eyes landed on (y/n). "Oh! Hello, I'm your new neighbor, (l/n)."

She held her hand out to shake. He simply eyed it before saying "You're not going to be too loud, right?" too loud? Well, the walls were thin, she supposed that was a fair concern. He could have been a little less rude about it, though.

"No, I don't think so." (y/n) offered with a smile, hand still outstretched. "Good." Was all he said as he walked passed her. What a perfect Asshole. (y/n) thought bitterly. Hopefully, she wouldn't have too many run-ins with him, no matter how unconventionally handsome he was.