~Inari's POV~

A knock at my bedroom door startled me from my drug induced slumber. My hand throbbed in pain and I held back a soft hiss as I looked over at my nightstand and reached for the bottle of painkillers the hospital had sent home with me. My door slowly swung open and I turned to see Kaminari holding a tray in his hand.

"How are you feeling, Nee-san?" He asked with all of his pure golden retriever energy.

I smiled as he stepped into the room with the tray in hand. It had a bowl of cereal, a cup of steaming coffee, a small plate with toast and a small vase with a single purple tulip in it.

"Much better now." I ruffled his hair with my good hand.

I noticed Hitoshi in the doorway watching the pair of us whilst trying to conceal a smile. He caught me watching him and wiped the smile from his face, returning to 'moody teen' mode. I snickered softly.

Hitoshi smirked as I picked up the coffee first, which gave me a slight pause, he looked like he was waiting for something. I took a tentative sip of the coffee and nearly spat it back into the cup, it was decaf! As soon as Kaminari looked away from me I spat it back into the cup and set it aside. Hitoshi's smirk widened.

'DECAF?!' I mouthed at him angrily as Kaminari neatly set the tray over my lap now that I was sitting up.

Hitoshi pointed to the bottle of pills on my nightstand. I glanced over at it and saw the horrifying words don't mix with caffeine. My heart fell.

'Get me caffeine or people will die' I mouthed at my younger brother causing him to choke on a laugh.

'No." He mouthed back with a smirk.

I shot him a glare before activating my quirk and grabbing Kaminari by the wrist, "don't make me decaf coffee ever again, please bring me real coffee."

"Nee-san!" Hitoshi snapped. "What the hell happened to consent?!"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, it's this or people start dying!" I snapped back.

"Don't do what she tells you." He groaned as Kaminari headed off in a daze toward the kitchen taking the cup of decaf garbage with him.

I swiped the painkillers off the nightstand and downed one quickly before returning it to my nightstand and nibbling at the toast on my tray. I could hear Hitoshi trying to stop Kaminari and looked up in concern as the lights began to flicker.

"OW!" Hitoshi snarled and I choked on a laugh as I realized the power surge had been a result of Kaminari using his quirk and Hitoshi had been a casualty.

"Good job, Pikachu!" I cheered from my bed.

"He gave himself brain damage, don't get too excited." Hitoshi snapped back at me.

I groaned, if Kaminari overdid it he tended to short circuit his brain.

"Nee-san!" Kaminari whined from the kitchen, apparently the short circuit was enough to knock him out from under my influence.

"Damn it." I hissed. "Someone bring me caffeine or I'm going to get it myself!" I growled before looking at my bandaged arms wondering how exactly I was going to manage it.

"NO!" They snapped in unison.

"You're supposed to be staying in bed for the next few days because you're a moron who waited too long to get medical attention and put yourself at risk for infection." Hitoshi grumbled as he stepped through my door. His hair was standing on end, a result of getting electrocuted by Kaminari.

I nearly fell off the bed laughing hysterically at the sight of him.

"You're the worst." Hitoshi growled.

"Love the look." I snickered.

He threw me a scathing look.

"Also I wasn't kidding about the murder bit, bring me caffeine please." I smiled sweetly.

"Not a chance in hell." He smirked.

"Hitoshi!"

"Nurse Karen will be over to keep an eye on you." His smirk grew.

"...what was that?" I blanched.

"Karen volunteered to act as your nurse while we're at school." His smirk turned positively wicked, "I'm sure you two will have fun."

"...you really think it's smart to leave Karen alone with an uncaffeinated me?" I mused.

"Well one hand is completely useless, your other arm is fractured and I might have crushed up some sleeping pills your doctor gave me and sprinkled them on your toast, I'm sure she'll be fine." He shrugged.

"Fucking hellspawn." I groaned as my vision started to blur. "You're grounded."

"Love you, Nee-san." He chuckled as he took the tray from my bed as I fell back onto the fluffy pillows, slipping from consciousness.

...

As I came to consciousness with zero concept of how much time had passed since I'd been drugged by my teenage brother, I heard a strange sound, like someone was sifting through my closet. I slowly opened my eyes and spotted Karen standing in front of my full length mirror holding one of my work outfits in front of her as if she were trying to see how she'd look in my skimpy burlesque attire.

"Not really your color Karen, try the blue one." I smirked.

Karen let out a horrified yelp throwing the burlesque outfit away from her as if it were covered in disease. She spun around, clearing her throat awkwardly and fixed me with a sharp look, "I won't be falling for any of your tricks and you're not allowed to have any caffeine." She pointed.

"Then for your safety, you should leave." I scowled.

"I'll tie you up if necessary." She threatened.

"I knew you were into kinky shit." I smirked.

Her face flushed scarlet, "absolutely not!"

"You just threatened me with bondage, Karen...pretty sure that falls under kinky." I pointed.

"N-No! I would never."

"...right...and you also weren't fantasizing about what it would be like to wear one of my 'whorey' outfits..." I smirked.

Her cheeks flushed with color. "So indecent." She huffed before turning on her heel and storming out of my bedroom.

I rolled my eyes and struggled to reach for my phone resting atop my nightstand. It took a moment to send a text to the landlord.

I: Karen broke into my apartment and threatened me with bondage, send coffee.

L: Nice try, the boys already informed me of everything. No caffeine for you, best of luck with the withdrawals, try not to kill Karen. Your rent will go up if you do.

I scowled at my phone before opening the Starbucks app and placing an order for delivery. Twenty minutes later I got another text from the landlord, it was a picture of him with my starbucks order.

L: Thanks for the coffee!

I: You're the worst landlord in history, I hope you enjoy hell

L: I've always preferred tropical weather :D

I rolled my eyes and dropped my phone atop my nightstand with a groan before giving up with a loud sigh. I attempted to get comfortable and begrudgingly went back to sleep.