~Inari's POV~

I woke with a start as the overhead light in my bedroom clicked on. "What the hell?!" I sat up in a panic and looked at the door. My younger brother, Hitoshi, was leaning in the doorway eating one of the cookies I'd baked for him. "You were supposed to call me after the exam!"

"I knew you were sleeping." He shrugged.

I shot him a withering look before smiling, "how did it go?"

"The written portion seemed easy enough..."

"Was there a practical portion?" I asked curiously as I readjusted my robe and stretched to my feet.

"...yeah..."

I frowned, his tone had darkened. "What did you have to do for the practical?"

"Defeat robots." He sounded so dejected, my heart hurt.

"Robots?" I asked uneasily.

"Robots. Non-human, incapable of speech and unable to get caught in my quirk, robots..." Hitoshi mumbled looking as if he might shatter at any moment.

"The fuck is that school thinking? How many fucking robot villains do they think are out there?!" I snapped." I haven't seen a single fucking cyborg!"

Hitoshi's lips quirked slightly as I got riled up.

"What fucking moron designed this test?! I'm going down there!" I snarled.

Hitoshi gaped at me, "what?!"

"I'm doing it." I snapped and began searching for shoes.

"NOT IN THAT!" Hitoshi panicked, indicating my burlesque attire.

"Really? If they're sexually attracted to women I feel like it could totally help my chances...just jiggle the girls around and they start to grovel-."

"NEE-SAN!" Hitoshi groaned and covered his ears and shut his eyes.

"Why couldn't you be a pansexual hot mess like your big sister?" I sighed.

"Put the girls away!" He snapped.

I wrapped the robe tighter around me, "they're gone. Also they were covered the whole time you didn't need to react that repulsed... I do have feelings."

Hitoshi rolled his eyes. "Please, just don't do anything."

"But that's an unfair test!" I protested.

"Nee-san." He threw me a pleading look.

"Fine." I sighed bitterly and crossed my fingers behind my back.

"Thanks for the cookies, they're great." He smiled, it was a somber smile.

"Did you save me any?" I pondered.

He smiled sheepishly, "have fun at work, love you bye." He scurried away.

"Brat!"

I hurriedly showered and changed into another burlesque outfit in varying hues of lavender and lilac that really brought out the purple tones in my eyes. After finishing getting ready I realized I had some spare time. Those hero assholes picked the wrong kid to discourage. Everyone always discouraged my kid brother and treated him like a social pariah because of his quirk. I tried to be extra encouraging to make up for it because I couldn't go around punching minors, even if I wanted to. I couldn't risk going to jail when I was his caretaker, he couldn't go back to our shitty parents.

"Don't be mad." I said quietly as I left the apartment. "I'm giving those jerks a piece of my mind."

I received a plethora of stares and cat calls as I stomped to the station in my risque attire. As I arrived at the station a few guys noticed me and nudged each other until one of them approached me walking with a strange sway(that I presumed he thought was attractive or cool) and a giant ass grin on his face.

"Hey baby, how much?" He guffawed as he looked me up and down.

I turned to him, "I'm way out of your budget, fuck off."

His pride wounded, his shit eating grin disappeared and he grabbed me by the wrist.

"Wrong move." I smirked as I activated my quirk the moment he made contact with me. "Get down on your hands and knees and kiss the ground at my feet."

The man dropped to the ground and began kissing the ground as I had commanded his friends howled with laughter as I turned and stomped into the station. At least fifteen propositions and subsequent public displays of embarrassment later, I arrived at UA, more pissed off than when I'd left my apartment. I marched up to the entry gate and pressed the buzzer for guests so hard I almost broke a nail.

There was a mechanical sound as if someone had pressed the button to respond but there was a long pause. I looked up and noticed a security camera focusing on me and wagered the silence was because of my appearance.

I scowled at the camera, "I'm a stripper, get the fuck over it."

"I don't know who she is but I am in love with her." I heard a feminine voice in the background.

"May I help you?" A flustered masculine voice sounded much closer and I assumed they were the one who was supposed to be responding.

"I'm here to talk to whatever fucking moron designed your practical exam. May I come in?"

"No way is she a parent." Someone new hissed in the background.

"Oh good the whole the place is run by fucking morons, hey idiots it's a fucking speaker, I can hear you!" I snapped, losing my last shred of patience.

"She's literally my soulmate, oh god, ask if she wants to talk with words or whips." The same feminine voice squealed in the background.

I rubbed my temples in frustration.

There was a loud buzz as the door opened allowing me admittance. I stomped through the door at the gate and made my way toward the main building. As I reached the steps, the doors opened and three people stepped out. The first a man who appeared to be about thirty with long shaggy dark hair, tired eyes, some dark stubble on his chin, the second a man with long blonde hair that was currently defying the laws of gravity and the third a woman who appeared to be a little older than the others with long dark purple hair, a few shades darker than my own and sky blue eyes.

"Which one of you idiots came up with the practical exam?" I glowered.

"Uh...no one, it was a board decision." The tired looking man responded.

I scowled at this, "do me a favor and tell whoever is on the board that there are quirks that are useless against robots...also how many fucking villains are actually cyborgs? Fucking geniuses."

"Hi, I'm Midnight." The woman extended a hand to me, "you know I'm usually the dominatrix but I-."

"Quiet, grown ups are talking." I threw her a hard look. She was certainly dressed like a dominatrix but I saw that familiar look in her eyes like every other one of my clients who turned to putty in my presence.

Her cheeks flushed scarlet.

"...you were saying... " The tired looking man asked politely as the other just stared at Midnight in awe.

"That's all." I grumbled, my rant now over.

"And what examinee are you here on behalf of?" He asked.

I frowned, "if I answer that, are you going to throw out their application?"

He smirked, "I'm beginning to think we should to save ourselves future headaches, but no, I wouldn't do that."

"Good, because if you did I'd come back." I growled.

"...so the examinee?" The tired man asked looking like he was on the verge of cracking a smile.

"...my kid brother...Hitoshi Shinso..."

"Shinso." The blonde looked thoughtful, "his written exam was impressive...but the practical was a no go."

"Because some moron thought robots were a good idea." I growled, "quirks like ours don't work with robots."

"We're still going over results but he'll still probably be accepted into our general studies program." The dark haired man offered.

I clenched my fists, "my brother is probably the most amazing kid I know, and will definitely make a kick ass hero, he's been dealing with a shit ton of little assholes shattering his dreams, but they're all minors so I can't exactly beat the shit out of them, but you all are adults, if you shatter his dreams, I'll shatter yours."

The dark haired man smirked, "that a threat?"

"Yes... did you need it in writing?" I smiled sweetly.

"... I love her..." Midnight grinned.

"You're more tenacious than most parents." The blonde snickered.

"Most parents are trash." I hissed, "thanks for your time, have a good night." I turned and walked away.