~Inari's POV~

I woke with a scream from a terrible nightmare that made my skin crawl. I'd dreamt I'd been making out with my annoying stalker. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I groaned and smacked myself on the head only to let out a hiss of pain as my hand throbbed, it was still a little tender. Though the tenderness was definitely preferred to the excruciating pain I'd felt when I'd broken it. I thought back on that night with a frown. Despite being a stalker, Aizawa had come to my rescue and called his coworker to heal it with her quirk.

"Nee-san? Are you okay?" Hitoshi barreled into my room half asleep with a broom in hand.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked him curiously and eyed the broom warily.

"You just screamed." He frowned and glanced around my neat bedroom holding the broom threateningly while looking to see what had made me scream.

"I did not." I huffed, "also your go to was to sweep my attacker away?"

"...you definitely did, weirdo." He grumbled before dropping the broom and coming to sit on the edge of my bed. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"What time is it? Don't you have school?" I asked in alarm as I realized the sun was up and he was still home.

"School is closed today because of the attack yesterday..."

"What attack?!" I panicked.

"Don't freak out, I wasn't involved, it was Mr. Aizawa's class." Hitoshi attempted to reassure me.

I thought of my annoying stalker hurt or in pain and felt my stomach churn unpleasantly. He was annoying but I didn't want any harm to come to him. "Was anyone hurt?"

Hitoshi grimaced, "Mr. Aizawa and Thirteen were taken to the hospital, but I think they're going to be okay. The principal made an announcement before we were released yesterday."

I'd just seen him two days ago, he was completely fine and perfectly annoying, and now he was in a hospital. "How bad was it?" I asked.

Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at this, "you sound worried."

"I'm not worried." I growled.

"So why are you asking so many questions?" He pondered.

"Curiosity!" I snapped.

"Right." He chuckled.

I wrapped my arms around him and yanked him back for some morning struggle snuggles, much to his dismay. He let out a yelp as I toppled him with ease before giving up with a sigh and accepting my snuggles.

"You're such a pest, Nee-san." He grumbled.

"Mhm." I smiled, I'd successfully shifted the focus of conversation.

Hitoshi looked over at me with a smug smirk, "and really bad at deflecting."

"Sh. It's sleep time. No more talkies." I mumbled and closed my eyes.

I could hear his eye roll as he let out a sigh before reluctantly hugging me back. "Nee-san?"

"Hm?"

"Will you go to the gym with me?" He asked.

"For what?" I pondered.

"I wanted to train for the upcoming sports festival. I have to be prepared for anything." He said with determination.

"Alright. Five more minutes of sleep." I murmured.

He poked me in the side where I was very ticklish causing me to release him and jump up with a squeal, "no more sleep."

"Evil." I grumbled bitterly as I tumbled out of bed.

Hitoshi snickered, "you ready to tell me whatever it was you were trying to deflect or are we going to train?"

"To the gym!" I declared loudly and bolted for the door in my pajamas.

"This will go well." Hitoshi said sarcastically as he followed me out the door, deciding against remarking on my current attire consisting of a pair of lacy trimmed comfy shorts with cats on them and a thin plain tank top.

I stepped into the hall and groaned as I found Karen lying in wait. She gasped at my indecent attire, which honestly had more coverage than some of my work outfits. "Keep it up and I start stripping." I hissed at her angrily.

Her face flushed scarlet, "how indecent!" She snapped a picture of me, blinding me with her flash before escaping into her apartment.

"What the fuck?! Were you just lying in wait to see what I'd wear? That's stalking, Karen!" I yelled as she slammed her door.

Hitoshi shook his head at me as he walked past me leading the way to the gym, "why can't you play nice with, Karen?"

"She started it." I huffed.

We made it to the ground floor and headed to the gym. As we were passing the front desk, the landlord cleared his throat loudly, startling us both. We turned to him curiously and he locked eyes on me.

"Inari."

"Weirdo." I nodded in greeting.

"Anything interesting happen in the gym the other night?" He asked curiously.

Hitoshi glanced at me.

"Nope." I replied swiftly.

"Did you forget about the security cameras?" He pondered.

"Didn't forget, had no idea they were there." I shrugged and shoved Hitoshi in the direction of the gym.

He resisted, "what happened in the gym the other night?"

"Nothing." I growled.

"You broke your hand! Also who was the hottie that came to your rescu-?" I threw the landlord a menacing glare causing his words to fall away and a terrified yelp to escape him. He nervously retreated to his office.

"I have questions." Hitoshi looked down at my hands currently resting on his shoulders in an attempt to push him away.

"Aren't we supposed to be training for the Sports Festival?" I frowned.

"Your hand doesn't look broken." He pointed.

"That's because it's not broken." I sighed.

"The landlord said otherwise." He noted.

"The landlord is obviously high as a fucking kite. Can we please go to the gym?" I grumbled.

Hitoshi looked like he was going to protest but decided against it and continued on his way to the gym. He opened the door and paused. The punching bag was still lying on the floor and the concrete that had broken my hand now had a teeny tiny crack in it and a fresh coat of paint to cover the blood splatter.

"Did you punch the wall?" He asked, concerned.

"Not on purpose. The bag fell." I sighed.

"It fell?" He frowned.

"Yep." I stepped around him and struggled to lift the heavy bag back onto it's hook. My hand protested the action but I fought through it.

Hitoshi sighed before going off to the open floor space to do some stretches while I rubbed my now aching hand. Once he'd finished stretching, he glanced over in my direction, "Nee-san?"

"Hm?"

"Would you help me with some combat maneuvers? I should probably work on a backup plan in case I can't catch someone in my quirk." He looked anxious.

"Sure." I shrugged and joined him in the open area.

"How come you know how to fight?" He asked curiously.

I paused to think of how to respond. I didn't have any formal training by any means. No one taught me. It was all purely out of desperation. I learned how to be quick and dodge projectiles from years of our parents' drunken abuse. I'd always tried to shield Hitoshi from them so he wouldn't know how terrible they really were. I learned how to fight as a way to survive. My first job as a server at a shitty restaurant was full of way more creeps than I'd ever encountered in my career as a stripper. Oftentimes no wasn't in their vocabulary and it was fight or be another sad statistic. "Just something I picked up." I replied after a moment.

Hitoshi frowned but didn't question me further. He waited for me to take up a defensive stance before rushing toward me. He reached out as if he were going to grab me. I easily caught him by the arm with one hand and gripped the front of his shirt with the other halting him.

"It'd be very easy for me to throw you like this. You have to be careful when charging in from the front." I noted. "Also, you know my hand was injured recently, you could use that to your advantage and strike it."

His eyes grew wide, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Well, that's fair and I appreciate it but it's something you could utilize against an opponent, if they have an injury or weakness, don't be afraid to exploit it." I noted.

"Isn't that a bit underhanded?" He frowned.

"Maybe in a competition setting but in the real world, you do what you have to do to save your own ass." I ruffled his hair. "Let's try again."

We trained for a few hours until my hand started to throb with pain. I left Hitoshi in the gym and went up to the apartment to make him some food before going to take a shower and change. I thought about going to the hospital and seeing if I could find Aizawa to make sure he was okay. The rational voice in my head told me that was a crazy idea and would make me the stalker. I'd never been very good at listening to the rational voice and left a quick note for Hitoshi that I was stepping out for a bit and would be back soon.

I got to the hospital entrance and paused. This was a terrible idea. I mentally kicked myself and turned to go but paused as I spotted the other two stalkers who were usually with Aizawa: Midnight and Present Mic.

They were passing through the lobby looking like they'd just come from the hospital coffee shop. They stopped as they spotted me and we were now locked in a weird stare down. Midnight offered me a smile, though it didn't have the usual flare. She looked tired and stressed, probably because one of her close friends was currently in the hospital.

"Hello, kitten, everything alright?" She asked me with a smile.

"I told you not to call me that." I growled.

"What are you doing here?" Present Mic asked curiously.

"I heard the least annoying of my stalkers was injured...I came to offer my services..." I lied quickly.

"Oh?" Midnight stepped forward and made a move to loop her arm through mine but I stepped back to avoid her and shot her a scowl.

"He looks like he needs sleep on his best days, I can only imagine how much worse that's gotten and drugs suck." I rambled hoping they couldn't detect how nervous and anxious I felt.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you." Midnight smiled. "Though I'm quite capable of putting people to sleep myself."

"I can ease his pain." I retorted, "can you do that?"

She grimaced, "no."

"Why are you helping him? It doesn't seem like you like any of us very much." Present Mic remarked.

"I owe him a favor, this will make us even, that's all." I huffed.

"That would actually be a big help, as you said, drugs suck and they're not helping as much as they should be.." Present Mic noted and offered me a smile, he looked exhausted, they both did. They'd probably been here with Aizawa ever since he'd arrived. Though they were annoying stalkers it was kind of sweet that they were all so close and cared about one another so much.

I followed them to the stairs.

"I've been thinking of calling the club to make an appointment for your services." Midnight remarked with a wink.

"I'll charge you double." I growled.

Present Mic choked on a laugh.

"I'm still very tempted." Midnight smirked.

I rolled my eyes at her.

We headed to the second floor and down a maze of hallways until we came to a stop at a room. I hesitated. Why the hell did I even come here? Present Mic opened the door and I unconsciously held my breath afraid of what state I'd find Aizawa in.

Anxiously, I followed Midnight into the room and sucked in a sharp breath as I took one look at the hospital bed. Aizawa, if it even was Aizawa under there and the hospital didn't make some horrible mixup, looked like a mummy. I looked at his bloodshot eyes, the only part of him that was revealed and knew instantly it was him.

"Inari?" He asked, confused.

My heart stuttered in my chest, "shut up, I'm just settling the debt between us." I huffed.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, his voice was strained, I could tell he was in a lot of pain.

"You helped me out, now I'm going to help you out then we're even and I never want to see any of your faces again unless it's related to school things for my brother." I grumbled before taking a seat next to his bedside.

Present Mic and Midnight were quiet as they watched us curiously. I glanced at him with a frown as I realized every inch of him I could see outside of the hospital blankets was wrapped in bandages or in a cast. I frowned. I needed to make skin to skin contact.

Sensing my dilemma, Midnight moved forward and gently shifted the blankets aside to reveal his foot. I glowered at her. She giggled and shifted the blanket a little higher so I could grab his ankle instead.

"You don't have to-." Aizawa began to protest.

"Shut up, you look and sound like shit, when was the last time you slept?" I growled.

He fell silent.

"Thought so." I huffed before turning to look at Present Mic and Midnight, "you two, get the fuck out, I don't work with an audience."

They hesitated.

"It's fine." Aizawa reassured them.

They left the room, most likely to hover just outside the door. Once they were gone, I placed my hand on his ankle before activating my quirk before he could try to talk to me anymore. "Close your eyes and try to relax." I said softly and felt the slight bit of tension I could feel from his ankle begin to give as he closed his eyes. "Think of some of your happiest memories, remember good times and allow yourself to let go of this pain."

Though I couldn't see any physical changes in his body, I felt a sense of peace in the air and couldn't help but smile. I sat in silence for a moment letting him enjoy whatever it was he was seeing. Once I felt he'd had a sufficient amount of time to enjoy some happier times, I spoke again.

"I want you to sleep and keep dreaming of those happy memories." I breathed.

I released him from my quirk the moment I saw the rise and fall of his chest begin to slow as he drifted to sleep. I got to my feet and left the room.

"Is he okay?" Midnight asked, anxiously.

I nodded.

"Thank you." Present Mic extended a hand toward me as if he were going to shake it.

"I didn't do it for you, freaks." I grumbled and walked away.