On average, a human being is capable of processing anywhere from 50,000 to 70,000 thoughts per day.

The numbers usually change based on the data presented, but the safe range of results is usually 50,000 to 70,000.

At maximum, that's 3000 thoughts per hour, 50 thoughts per minute, and one thought per second.

Thoughts of all types and complexities run through a human being's mind at all times during the day.

And it's a very rare occurrence for someone to think the exact same thought more than once in the same day.

I should start locking my door at night.

In the case of Izuku Hado, thoughts related to his sister often had a habit of being repeated several times a day.

Rustle! Rustle!

"Mmmmmm…"

The scent of lily and jasmine wafted into his nostrils.

I should start locking my door at night.

Smooth legs tangled with his own, something soft pressing into his back as a pair of slender and toned arms wrapped around his torso and pulled him back slightly.

And seeing as he could see the pillow that he had set behind his back the night before, he rather easily deduced that that was not what was pressing into him.

Really, I should start locking my door at night.

He could see little slips of sun peeking through his blinds, the light gently dancing across the bridge of his nose.

It was early, ten to six, maybe ten after six.

It was around the time that he would normally be up , so that he could prepare breakfast and get bentos packed for himself, Nejire, and (occasionally) their father.

Just a little thing he did around the house.

Though the night before, he did use the leftovers from dinner to make lunch for his father and sister.

His sister needed to wake up.

Her commute was longer than his after she entered High School, so she had to get going by 6:30.

He twisted his body, rolling and rolling until he could face the slumbering girl in his bed.

Nejire was a heavy sleeper, and when he said heavy, he meant heavy.

The kind of heavy that wouldn't wake up if All Might showed up, picked up the house, and started shaking it like it was an arcade machine that just ate his quarter.

Attempting to wake her up without knowing the proper tricks would be an exercise in futility.

It was a good thing that Izuku had known her for eight years at that point.

Alright. Let's get her up, then.

He took in a deep breath and then-

Sizzzzzz!

Bacon and eggs were not staples of a traditional Japanese breakfast, but they were quick and easy enough to make, the latter also pairing nicely with whatever rice was left in the cooker from the night before.

And with a warm and fresh bowl of Miso Soup at its side, who would tell him that his cooking didn't make up a Japanese breakfast?

SLUUUUUUUUUUURP!

Certainly not the blue-haired glutton who had just scarfed the entire meal down.

He was happy to see his sister enjoy the food he made, but watching her put it all away by herself was like watching a mini calamity as it wreaked havoc upon a tiny white sunkissed island.

It hardly even seemed like a meal was being eaten, more like it was sucked up into a cold, uncaring vacuum that took the shape of a teenage girl.

Is she even chewing? Where does it all go?

He thought back to the softness that had pushed into his back the night before.

Nevermind…

"Izuku, I'll forgive you for your prank earlier, just make me miso soup every morning, okay?"

"Don't propose to me so casually."

"Oh, do you want flowers and a ring too?"

Izuku lightly chopped the top of the older girl's head.

"Cut it out and get ready for school."

He held back enough for the chop to not even warrant a sound effect, but Nejire still whined and rubbed her scalp.

"Mouuu, I'm already in my uniform. If anything, you need to get ready. You're still in your pajamas."

The greenette slipped into the seat across from his sister, his own small breakfast spread in front of him.

"Yeah, because I don't have school today. It's Mustafa's Founding Day, so we've all got a holiday to take it easy before midterms next week."

He slipped some egg and rice into his mouth after saying his piece.

Hm. Not bad for a rush job, I guess. But it'd be better for Nee-chan to start the day with something heartier. I'll wake up a bit earlier next time.

He chewed and contemplated, only noticing something strange midway through his third chew.

His sister… was oddly quiet.

He looked across the table.

She was beaming at him.

That was normal.

Since the day they had met, she had only sent smiles, grins, and smirks his way.

And it only served to make the sight of a faint grimace that he had caught all the more strange…

Was it a trick of the light? Mm, No. My cooking, maybe? Maybe I should have taken time to make something more substantial…

It bothered him several hours later as he hoovered his family's rather dusty living room.

His mother hadn't gotten home from a sleep study that she has attended the night before and his father was at work.

It was always nice to do chores when he had the house to himself, helped him clear his head.

But his worries were a bit too great for his cleaning routine to fix.

The green-haired boy sighed and unplugged the vacuum, retracting and tying the power cord to the cleaning apparatus before tilting and rolling it back to the closet that he retrieved it from.

I really hope she's not sick or anything. She ate it all just fine, but I have a feeling that she'd eat anything if I made it…

Nejire did love him too much after all…

"-make me miso soup every morning, okay?"

He felt his face warm slightly-

I should make something special for dinner.

-and briskly puttered into the kitchen, making his way to the refrigerator.

Okay, so we still have a bunch of rice. We have eggs, carrots, spring onion, and shallots. A quick run to the store and I can grab some garlic, peanut oil, and MSG and I can make fried rice.

He just needed to run to the store near the station and-

"That's not… no, it is…"

A bento, perfectly wrapped atop the counter.

It hadn't just appeared.

No, it had been there since the night before.

He knew because he had been the one to pack it.

Nejire had forgotten the lunch that he made for her at home.

The thought had barely finished crossing his mind before he was out the door, bento in hand.

U.A. High School- Late Morning

"Alright Little Listeners, the rest of the period will be independent study! You can talk amongst yourselves, but try to keep it down, [okay]?"

A chorus of tired, young voices called back.

"Yes, Sensei."

"I can't hear you!"

"Too loud, Sensei."

"Ngh! Right, [sorry]."

The blonde sensei was out of the door within moments.

And the moment that the rather large door slid shut behind him, the students left behind formed pairs and groups and began chatting away, decidedly not studying independently or otherwise.

All except for one.

A girl with shoulder-length, periwinkle hair that curled at the end into two spirals.

She sat at her desk alone, eyes glued to the open notebook atop it as her pen moved across the page that it was open to.

'I' always comes before'E' in a word unless it's after 'C'. 'Ohayō' is 'Good Morning'. Konbanwa is 'Good Evening'. 'Eki eno ikikata wo oshiete itadakemasuka?' is 'Can you tell me how to get to the station?'

She looked at no one. No one looked at her. Her gaze laser-focused on the phrases that she had written down throughout the class.

They were neat, concise, and plentiful.

That was good. They were only partly for her, after all.

Big green eyes and a bright smile flashed in her sight.

"U.A.'s my first choice for High School. I'm gonna get in even without a quirk!"

She felt the corners of her lips twitch upwards slightly and quickly schooled her features.

Surreptitiously, her gaze flitted about the class.

If anyone had noticed the change in her expression, they didn't show it.

Good.

"She seems kinda stuck up. It's probably because she has a good quirk."

"She doesn't seem to realize that hiding her bitchiness behind a smile doesn't make her less of a bitch."

"It just feels like she's making fun of me every time she opens her mouth."

Her grip on her pen tightened.

Wouldn't wanna offend anyone.

She just wanted lunch to arrive already.

After all, she may not have had friends, but at least she had her brother's cooking.

It was halfway through his mad dash from Tatooin Station that Izuku realized that he had forgotten his phone at the house.

This was bad, seeing as he needed to hand Nejire's lunch to her and needed a way to contact her.

It was compounded by the fact that realization came a bit too late seeing as he was a little less than five minutes out from U.A.'s campus.

And by the time that he finished freaking out, he was stood at the gates to the illustrious Hero Academy.

No phone, no plan, and probably less than 30 minutes to get Nejire her lunch before her lunch period started.

The freckled young man groaned.

So much for taking it easy.

If he had his phone, it would be a done deal. A quick text or a call and he could've been on his merry way.

If Nejire attended a normal school, he likely would've been able to walk through the gate and leave it with a faculty member or a teacher or something, but Nejire didn't attend a normal school.

No, she attended U.A.

And at U.A., they had the 'U.A. Barrier', a security measure that kept anyone who wasn't allowed onto the premises (i.e. villains or the press) outside where they belonged.

So there wouldn't be any waltzing in for him.

The walls are too tall to scale or jump over. Any other entrances probably have something similar to the barrier here. C'mon, think Izuku, think. You made this lunch for your big sister. You're gonna get it to your big sister. So think!

Izuku wracked his brain, trying to think of some way to get in, but he couldn't come up with anything.

He paced and muttered and stomped in frustration.

Dammit!

No matter how much he thought, he couldn't think of anything to get him on to the campus proper.

Should I just… turn back?

U.A. provided lunches, he was pretty sure of that. He remembered reading online that Lunch Rush was a chef in the cafeteria at U.A.

Surely anything that a Pro Hero who was known for his cooking would be far better than anything Izuku could make out of leftovers from the night before.

He could just… go home, stop at the store on the way and grab the things he needed to make dinner.

His mom would probably be home, so she could help him prepare the ingredients.

Nejire would get home not long after they started heating things up and get really huggy.

Then dad would come home from work and he would tell Nejire to stop clinging onto him so they could wash up and eat.

It would be that easy.

A faint grimace on a usually happy face flashed in his mind.

Izuku closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

On release, his eyes opened.

They were cold as ice.

"What a shame that Izuku Hado doesn't do 'easy'."

And with that, the devoted little brother's mind kicked into overdrive.

Infinite possibilities ran through his mind, all geared toward his single goal.

It wasn't a state that Izuku found himself in often, but there were times when his worry for his sometimes clumsy big sister overflowed into a state of… hypercompetence.

The state had only been seen by a handful people, Eijiro Kirshima being one of them.

As a matter of fact, it was him who had given the state its name.

Siscon Savant Mode.

"Now, let's get down to business."

His sister would get her lunch on time, no matter what.

Yuyu Haya was a bit late to class.

She had started feeling a bit ill not long after third period began, so Recovery Girl allowed her to rest in the infirmary for a while.

She felt better after resting, but she missed all of English and most Hero Art Studies, which was unfortunate.

She had about ten minutes before lunch, so she was fine taking her time getting back to class.

At least, she was before she noticed someone scaling the wall of the school building before sliding open the window(that she didn't even know could open) and entering the same corridor that she was in.

He was a young man, maybe a couple years younger than her, with green hair and a freckled face.

He wasn't wearing a uniform of any kind, instead opting for a t-shirt that read 'ークシャツ' and a pair of board shorts.

His eyes were incredibly sharp, utterly unbefitting of his rather soft features, and they were locked on to her.

Was she supposed to say something, do something?

She honestly had no idea what to think as his eyes shifted from her face to her shoulder and then back.

Yuyu was honestly ready to just turn around and walk to her classroom as quickly as possible, but then, in an instant, the boy was right in front of her.

"Nejire Hado."

"Huh?"

He didn't respond, simply handing her something and then disappearing out of the same window that he had appeared, as though he were never there.

And Yuyu Haya stood alone in the corridor, once more, this time with a bento not meant for her in hand.

"What the hell just happened?"

U.A. High School Entrance- Late Afternoon

Nejire Hado was having a normal day.

She went to class, she studied, she had lunch, went back to class, studied more, and then was dismissed for the day.

The only strange thing that happened was the girl who sat at the desk next to hers in class handing her her bento.

"I uh, think this is yours?"

"Oh… thanks?"

She had apparently left it somewhere and the girl saw fit to return it to her.

Thank goodness for that.

If she hadn't been able to eat the lunch that Izuku had made for her, she likely would've been bummed for the rest of the day.

"Hey, Nee-chan!"

Her gaze snapped in the direction that the voice had called from, and she could feel the tips of her lips quirk upward on instinct.

The greenette stood leaned against the wall next to the gate, his smile wide and toothy as he waved her over.

While it's a very rare occurrence for someone to think the exact same thought more than once in the same day-

Gosh, he's so cute.

-in the case of Nejire Hado, thoughts related to her brother often had a habit of being repeated several (dozen) times a day.

And she was by his side in an instant.

"I thought you were gonna be at home. What are you doing here? Did something happen? Did you miss me that much? That's so cute! Do you wanna-"

A hand was clasped over her mouth before she could go any further.

"I was at home. I'm running errands. Nothing happened. No comment on the next two statements. Would you like to come to the store with me and walk home together? Please nod or shake your head."

She nodded immediately.

Izuku smiled and removed his hand from her mouth, about-facing and beginning to walk away, calling back over shoulder, "Let's go then."

A comfortable silence fell over the pair of siblings as they walked.

Nejire didn't wanna talk about school, far more content to just to take in the vibe of the afternoon light and air with her dear little brother.

So it came as a surprise when the young greenette broke the silence.

"Hey, Nee-chan."

"Hm?"

"You know… that if there's well- anything that's… bothering you or that, uh, I… you know you can talk to me… or Mom… or Dad."

His eyes were a bit shifty, and his face looked a bit red in the evening light.

He was worried and embarrassed, but to Nejire, both of those things only served to solidify him as the cutest thing in the world.

So she just couldn't help but wrap her arm around his shoulder and pull him close, and quickly, just for a moment, pressed her lips to his forehead.

She could practically feel him begin to steam from his face.

Gosh, she loved him.

"Thanks for worrying, but I'm okay."

How could she not be, with a family as great as hers?

She brought her lips close to his ear and whispered, "But, I'll let you know when I'm not, so keep an ear open, 'kay?"

"...Mhm."

If she smiled any wider at how cute he was, she probably would've split her face.

"I love you, y'know."

"...Love you too."

And so, as Nejire walked alongside her adorable little brother, she had only one thought on her mind:

I don't care if I don't have any friends, as long as nobody takes my little brother away.