Question: Without explaining, who's your top two favorite pro-heroes in BNHA?

Mine is Endeavor and Mirko!

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{ Third Person POV }

"Am I in trouble?", Aine broke the uncomfortable silence, looking towards her guardian. Nemuri and the Chief managed to pull a few strings and get her out of those handcuffs around late afternoon. The pro-hero even got her a pair of flats to wear since the police still refused to return her boots.

Now here she was, stuck inside Midnight's car with an Aunt that is most probably about to ground her ass 6ft under.

Nemuri kept her eyes on the road and her hands on the steering wheel, answering Aine with a deadpan tone. "Take a guess."

"...No?"

"Take another guess."

"Oh come on, Nemuri...!", Aine whined. "I stepped on a pervert's balls. I'm basically a saint, no?"

If there was a god currently listening, they would probably swoop one hand down from the heavens just to smack Aine on the back of her head for that statement alons. She was no angel, let alone a saint. If anything, she's probably Lucifer's disciple who was kicked out of hell for being too cocky.

"You have to learn to control yourself, Aine.", Nemuri stated, turning a corner. Aine took note of the way her brows creased and mouth pursed to a straight line, an expression quite rare for a playful woman like her. "You went too far this time."

"Yeah, yeah.", Aine waved her hand dismissively, rolling her eyes. "Whatever you say, Hooker."

"The hell you called me, brat?!", Nemuri snapped, glaring at her but turning back to the road right after. She sighed through her nostrils, trying to keep herself from finally losing it, stopping the car, kicking Aine off and leaving her spoiled ass in the middle of the highway.

"Listen.", the older woman started again after a moment. "You're talented and smart, Aine─"

"Yeah, I know."

"─but you can't expect to escape every bad situation with a sharp tongue.", Nemuri continued, sending Aine a warning glare. "You caused a lot of trouble for a lot of people today."

The pinkette reluctantly hummed, finally showing a hint of guilt as she avoided eye contact. "...I know that."

Aine was never actually scared of the older woman. Nemuri wasn't a strict Aunt and they were more or less on the same ground when it came to living together. But Aine had finally gotten herself into a slightly more serious than usual dilemma and she's well-aware that Nemuri had to go out of her way of being a teacher and a pro-hero just to come and bail her ass out.

And by 'more serious', she means worse than the times she got banned at a clothing store because someone called her style slutty and unrefined so Aine bitch slapped them into a rack of overpriced sweaters. Only to learn it was the owner of the store and she just gave them a concussion.

Or worse than the time she sprinkled a hell lot of laxatives in Hizashi's tea when he visited, all as revenge for the time they sang Karaoke at the Kayama house and he broke Aine's brand new tea set with his loud-ass Voice quirk. The poor guy was inside the bathroom for the entire dinner.

Granted, it was funny as heck and she eventually made him some muffins as an apology, but it still didn't save her from a week's worth of nagging.

The pinkette finally relented. "...I'm sorry."

When her apology was met by silence, the girl pouted and looked towards the window. Not that Aine wanted to get more berating but a simple nod would suffice. She wasn't one to apologize to anyone ─ or at least not genuinely ─ but there are exemptions to certain people like her mother and, eventually, Nemuri as well.

After a minute or so, Nemuri finally sighed. They both knew how much it took Aine just to say those two words and she couldn't really stay mad at the kid. In a much softer tone, she asked. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you, Aine. You wouldn't have done that if he didn't struck a nerve.", Nemuri pointed out, matter-of-factly.

"...Tch.", Aine clicked her tongue. After six years of leaving together, Nemuri was already able to read her like an open book. In a way, it was kinda nice knowing that someone actually saw pass her wall of sassy remarks and overconfidence, but it was also irritating that she can't hide shit.

"...He was being a misogynistic dick.", she finally admitted.

Nemuri smirked, the words "I knew it." written across her face.

This. This right here was one of the few things that Aine actually appreciated about Nemuri. Sure, the older woman might be an utter scatterbrain in the kitchen and maybe her boobs intimated Aine once or twice; but she understood her morals and supported her every time.

God knows that Aine would've definitely ran away years ago if she was stuck under the custody of some conservative grandma that doesn't know the difference between wearing a skirt and burning in hell.

"So...", the teen-ager drifted off, turning to her guardian and smiling sweetly while batting her eyelashes. "Do I get extra allowance for my good deed today, Auntie~?"

"Sure.", Nemuri answered, sarcasm dripping in her words. "As long as you pay for your victim's medical bill."

"...", Aine's smile was gone as soon as it showed, making her click her tongue. "...Fine. Can I at least know where the hell we're going?"

She wasn't blind. This was definitely not the way back home and the more unfamiliar the road got, the more Aine feared for her life. "You're not actually going to dump my sexy ass in a ditch, are you? Many will mourn it, Nemuri."

"Yeah, I'm sure they will.", the other rolled her eyes. "If you really have to know, we're dropping by my school first. Someone just had to catch me at a bad time and I left my stuff back at the faculty.─"

"You just have to rub it in, don't you?", Aine mumbled angrily, grimacing.

"─And someone wants to talk to you as well."

"I'm sorry?", the pinkette raised a brow. "Who? 'Cause you know I don't plan to talking to any of those nerds at your school. Well, unless if it's that cute tentacle boy I saw at the Sport's Festival. I definitely don't mind getting to know that shy and sexy piece of m─"

"Brat, if you don't shut up, I will take back your allowance.", Nemuri interjected, effectively silencing Aine. "And even if you two do meet, your horny ass will probably just get Amajiki-kun running away or fainting. Whichever comes first."

"Rude.", Aine pouted. "But, seriously, who is it?"

When the pinkette was met by silence, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Whatever. Fine. Don't tell me."

Aine then went silent. From the corner of her eye, Nemuri looked at her niece. The girl had propped her arm on the car door, leaning her cheeks on her palm and looking out the window with a disinterested stare.

The older of the two gazed back to the road, sighing and starting to question her own actions.

'Is this really a good idea?'

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Flashback :: 2 Months Ago
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"Principal Nezu... Aine and Aizawa will eat each other alive.", Midnight argued, looking up from the proposal she held in her hands and towards at the small animal/hero. "They don't exactly have the best first impression of each other."

"I understand your concern, Kayama-kun." Nezu nodded, meeting gazes with the female teacher from where she stood. The mouse-like man folded his hands over his desk, a stern look written on the usually jolly hero. "But taking Aizawa-kun's initiative to propose the change in the first place, it's only reasonable he handles the primary integrations himself."

"I know that. But to have him be homeroom teacher to her...That's just be rubbing salt to both their injuries, isn't it?", Nemuri's brows creased in worry. "Not exactly the best way to have Aine go along with this. I myself am still on the fence with this idea."

You see, the third semester for the school year has already began. With that, new students are expected to take the entrance exam to U.A. High School in less than a month. By April, new first years will be enrolled into the many classes of the academy ─

And Principal Nezu wishes for one of those students to be Kayama Aine.

Nemuri wasn't exactly sure when the Principal had taken an interest on the young girl but she knew why.

But even if he did had a point, her niece never once showed interest in applying to U.A., let alone becoming a hero. The closest the teenager ever came to being fascinated of the business is when she openly criticizes every single hero/villain costume she sees. Quite vulgarly, too.

Poor All Might. After meeting Aine, he will probably never look at his costume the same way ever again.

Anyways, it was a long shot that Aine would even agree but, apparently, Nezu believes she will and asked Nemuri to concur as a favor. Reluctantly, she gave her approval but not without reminding Nezu that he would be walking on thin ice.

Not to mention risking their school's dignity with that perverted deliquent around ─ which is a lot coming from the 18+ Hero.

"How do you even plan to make her agree?", the woman continued. "She's under my wing but that doesn't mean I have any control over that kid. She's her own person and very independent. Sometimes a bit too much."

Nezu sighed. He understood very well that Nemuri had her reservations on the idea. Yes, she was one of the people who agreed that the entrance exam against faux villains wasn't practical enough but that doesn't mean she was willing to have her own niece become their trial student.

Jumping down from his chair, the man walked towards the large window behind him. Beyond the glass-like wall and under the morning sun, Nezu stared into the wide school grounds of U.A. High School.

"Go beyond. Plus Ultra. ─ ", he started, crossing his arms behind his back. "─ We've used the same phrase for years... but has U.A. really lived up to those words? Our selling point is the flexibility of our teachings, especially in the hero course, but should we really be bending boundaries instead of breaking pass them?"

"Principal Nezu, please get to the point.", Nemuri spoke up. "This conversation is stressing me out more than usual."

Nezu couldn't help but smile. Turning his face to the side, he asked. "When you first took in Miryoku-kun, you received quite the number of criticisms, correct?"

"Yes...", the woman answered, unsure where this was going. "There was considerable protest at the beginning but it's all sorted out now."

"And Miryoku-kun? How did she react?"

"She... She brushed it off.", Nemuri couldn't help but smile, the memory still as vivid as the day it happened. "It was impressive, really. When the entire world is against you, a normal person would eventually grow unhealthy thoughts; but she's been undeniably strong all throughout. It was amazing and scary at the same time."

"Resilience and fortitude.", Nezu said, as if making a list. "Add in a highly-flexible Quirk, good physical abilities and excellent academic records. Despite everything that happened, Miryoku-kun grew up to be quite a promising teen, don't you agree?"

"Of course, I do but─"

"She's also quite a lot like her mother.", Nezu continued. "I've only managed to chat with Sedusa briefly but the similarities are uncanny. Both clever, self-willed and if my speculations are correct: both dreaming to be with their family again."

"Principal Nezu, where are you getting at─", Nemuri started but cut herself off, realization finally hitting her. "Wait... You can't be serious."

"Sedusa took the offer without hesitation.", the male fully faced the dumbfounded teacher. "If she really is the same as her mother, don't you think Miryoku-kun we'll make the same decision?"

Nemuri opened her mouth but nothing came out, looking down at the papers in her hands.

So that was his plan.

She pursed her lips into a straight line, contemplating the possibilities and risks of it all. After a moment of thought, Nemuri sighed, closed the folder and met Nezu's gaze once again.

Finally, the woman nodded.

Placing the document back on the desk, Nemuri then bowed towards her superior before finally taking her leave. Before she stepped out the door however, Midnight paused and looked back.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Nezu.", she said, finally exiting the room and closing the door behind her.

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Current Time :: Present
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Nemuri stepped out of the car and walked towards the main building. When she noticed that Aine wasn't following, the older female groaned and turned around to open the passenger door. "Are you coming or not?"

"No, thank you ~", Aine gave her a close-eyed smile, remaining seated and crossing her legs.

"Get your ass out of the car before I drag you out."

"I'd like to see you try─Ow ow ow!", Aine exclaimed, immediately reaching for Nemuri's hand that was pulling her by the ear. "Okay, okay! I'm going! Geez!"

Nemuri let go and Aine begrudgingly got out of the car, following behind the Pro-hero and twirling around the lace of the visitor's pass she was given.

Glancing behind her first, Nemuri discreetly pulled out her phone from God knows where and sent a message.

[ I'm back. ], she wrote. [ I brought Aine. ]

[ Please take her to the lounge. Thank you, Kayama-kun. ]

[ Anytime, Principal Nezu. ]

{ To be continued... }

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Finally, some plot. ●ω●

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