BNHA Siblings: The Anxious & The Exuberant

Delivery

Hiroko has intense focus playing a game of solitaire on the coffee table. Izuku watches a hero interview about Mirko on TV  making notes into one of his more beat-up looking notebooks. He begins to mumble catching Hiroko's attention.

"How many notebooks is that Midoriya?" Hiroko asks not looking up from her game.

Izuku jumps in surprise from her question and his broken concentration, "This-this is-s number 13 of 19. You know you-you can call me Izuku? We are siblings after all."

Hiroko hums, "Yeah, we are."

Hiroko takes a few moments to play another card before continuing, "I just feel odd calling you by your first name being away for so long, sorry. But please call me Hiroko I actually prefer it after living abroad in so many places. It was easier for people to pronounce my first name and I don't really respond to anything else."

She gives a goofy smile that Izuku only nods to before staring back at his notebook. They've been awkward and distant to each other these last few weeks since Hiroko returned home. She was not used to the openness of emotion both Izuku and their mother regularly expressed. Traveling with her father was a more serious environment and showing truly genuine emotions was new to Hiroko if not overwhelming.

One thing she was glad to learn is that Izuku's dream to become a hero is strong as ever. She thought he would have grown out of it by now after she found out he didn't get a quirk. She used to feel guilty inheriting both parents quirk when he got none, but seeing him still striving for his dream she doesn't feel guilty anymore.

"Midoriya?" she keeps her eyes on the card game.

Izuku jumps again, "y-yeah Hiroko."

She glances to him from the corner of her eye, "Are you ok that I came back and am pursuing the same goal as you?"

"Of course, I'm really glad you're back!" he shouts with tears forming on the edge of his eyes and fidgeting his fingers.

Hiroko burst into laughter at his nervous energy, "I'm glad to hear that and don't be so serious. Especially since I plan to start treating you more like my little brother now that I'm back."

She gives a mischievous smile making Izuku nervous again. He also tried to hide a smile hearing her call him brother.

Inko, their mother, watches the interaction holding back tears of joy seeing her children bonding like siblings in small ways and slowly breaking the formality between them.

A doorbell rings breaking them all out of their thoughts. The doorbell rings again causing the two teenagers to standup and look at each other with realization of what must be getting delivered.

Their mother, Inko, yells at them both, "You two sit right where you are! I will get the door and see what was delivered," the teenagers groan having to wait even a second longer than necessary to see if it's their exam results.

Inko has yet to move a muscle from the kitchen waiting for them to settle. They reluctantly sit seeing she isn't budging.

"Good. Now if it is your results, you can open them in your own rooms. I'm not going to have you two break anything in the house from your excitement."

She glares at her children before heading to the door. Hiroko and Izuku begin fidgeting like kids on Christmas day hoping their mom would hurry up. They sit completely still again when Inko gives them another quick glare before opening the door.

"Hello there. How are you today," Inko makes polite conversation with the delivery man dragging out the teens patience.

Hiroko groans from anticipation overload, "M-yo-mmmm, please hurry! I'm sure the postman is very busy." Her voice is pleading. Izuku shakes his head up and down in adamant agreement.

Inko takes her time to signs for the envelopes and politely wishes the postman to have a nice day. She also laughs internally seeing her children finally get along like normal siblings even if its over being impatient with her.

"Here," Inko outstretches an envelope to each of them. "Now remember we agree to be happy with the results no matter what. And we are going to all have a nice dinner tonight with each other no matter the results."

The teenagers' fingers are clawing at the wrapping eagerly waiting to be allowed to open its contents. Inko sighs seeing she is pushing them to their limit, "Fine you can go to your rooms and open them."

Hiroko leaps on the coffee table and then to the couch like a wild animal trying to get to her room faster. Izuku jumps over the back of the couch to hurry as well but falls face first on the ground. Hiroko bursts out in laughter.

"I hope that isn't how you started the practical exam when they opened the gates for us to fight the giant robots," Hiroko takes a quick moment to tease Izuku before running into her room.

She hears her mom shouting for an explanation, "What do you mean fighting robots!"

Hiroko and Izuku ignore her for the time being since they are too concerned about hearing their results.

Hiroko quickly locks the door behind her to avoid any disruptions, then sits comfortably on her bed. She takes a deep breath and viciously rips open the envelope and grabbing a small disc inside with the UA logo on it.

"Push me," Hiroko reads the red button out loud. She mentally laughs at how this could explode on her and she wouldn't even care at this moment, she too excited.

A projection appears out from the small disc. She places it on her end table. Quickly grabbing a nearby notebook and pen she tries to settle her nerves and shaking hands from missing any details.

"Hello Ms. Hiroko Midoriya. I am Principal Nezu and I will be discussing your results during the U.A. Entrance Exam," the small white mouse, bear, creature states.

Hiroko squeals with excitement. She quickly recomposes herself for what is to come next.

"Ms. Hiroko Midoriya, your written exam score was middle of the road. It was enough to get a passing score, but we hope you prioritize studies more in your future. Education is important even for a hero," Nezu carries on while Hiroko groans in frustration.

Hiroko has been given a similar speech by her father, teachers, tutors, friends, and everyone else that sees her average grades. She can't understand why average intelligence is always seen as failing. She knows the material well but can't handle the pressure of written tests. She can quote Shakespeare to an auditorium of people, but if you ask her to write an essay on how it relates to the modern day in under an hour, she won't even know who Romeo or Juliet are.

Hearing the principal concluding his lecturing about her need to improve her studies, she tunes in again.

A/N: Sibling ridiculous and follow-on chapter will be posted soon. Hope you are enjoying the story so far.