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|5| Not A Sister, But A Brother

Chapter- Five
Title- Not A Sister, But A Brother
Track- Heather
Artist- Conan Gray
Trigger warnings- yelling, homophobia, drinking, manipulation
Disclaimers- I do not own My Hero Academia. All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. I own nothing but the plot and mentioned OC'S. I reccomend listening to the song above for extra entertainment. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Hey peeps! I just finished NATA, as some may know, and I was feeling somewhat motivated (not really) so I decided to pick this up. And dude, I can't believe that I only have to write two books. This is gonna be awesome.

Somewhat angsty, somewhat wholesome. But I can't wait for the next chapter, because that is more or less the climax. I promise, it's not as stupidly dramatic as NATA.

But guess what. I have a treat for you guys. ERI'S POV! Yay! Is that a treat? I dunno.

Well, you've listened to my ranting for long enough. You know the drill, on with the shit show!

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I wish I could take your hearts and make them beat with the right rhythm, instead of matching mine

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Eri

Eri clutched Kota's hand as the black haired boy tugged her behind him, the two heading down a sidewalk. Eri wanted to shrink back and disappear from the cars and people and tall industrial buildings. But the place the two had come from was much scarier, and Kota was there to protect her.

The boy in question looked up at every person they passed with a suspicious glare, clutching Eri's hand tighter and walking faster with each sideways glance the two received.

At least they didn't look homeless anymore. Izuku had bought Eri and Kota new clothes with his 'allowance' and Eri really liked hers. She wore a red overall dress with yellow buttons and a white long sleeved undershirt, as well as light black leggings and light brown boots. Izuku had combed and cut her hair all by himself, and it felt so much better than the dirty blue she once had. Kota wore a simpler white shirt and dark blue shorts with black sneakers, and of course his red hat with yellow horns.

But Izuku wasn't here. The green haired boy said he had to go somewhere called UA, and he would be back before dinner and he was very sorry that the 'daycare' wasn't open but they would be just fine home alone because his mother would be away, be good, goodbye. And maybe Izuku hadn't meant to lie, but Kota certainly saw it that way, and Eri felt betrayed and scared as well.

Izuku's mother was not away. At least, not for long. The fancy looking green haired woman had come through the door while Kota was raiding the fridge for food, and the two had frozen in place. Kota ushered Eri to hide in an empty- but very large for a six year old- cupboard, and then he climbed in too. The woman had been somewhat quiet, muffled voices and tinkling laughs that sounded a little too tinkling flooding in from the living room.

Then the woman came to the kitchen. The two children had tensed and Kota wrapped Eri in his arms like he always did when people came near, and the two stayed as quiet as humanly possible, barley daring to breathe. But the strange woman that Izuku had yelled at didn't open their cupboard. She instead seemed to open the fridge and the cabinet above the counter they hid under. Clinking sounds came from above, and Kota peeked out slightly to see what the woman was doing.