My Brother, The Spider-Man

my brother, the liar

As the end of the school year marched ever closer, Izumi threw herself deeper into her physical training. She'd ignored both All Might's and Izuku's warnings to not overdo it. After all, the saying was, 'Plus Ultra! Go Beyond!' and she fully intended to go beyond.

Speaking of Izuku, she'd recently begun to feel like he was out of the house more often. She was used to him occasionally getting home late and exhausted. Growing up, she'd come to expect it at least twice a week, but now, it felt like he was coming home exhausted every other day, if not every single day.

Izuku was a freelance mechanical engineer. He designed, tested and occasionally built all sorts of machines. She'd been to his workshop a few times, and everything he talked about flew over her head. For some reason, it was in one ear and out the other. Of course, she had always jokingly blamed Izuku, saying he was devastatingly boring, but the truth was she never had the same love he did for the mechanical arts.

It occurred to her that he was possibly taking on more work because U.A.'s tuition wasn't exactly cheap.

She didn't like that thought.

She asked him about it one night, after he'd gotten back from work.

***

"What? No, I'm not," he chuckled, like the idea was funny to him. "If anything, I'm taking on less clients."

"Izuku..." Izumi murmured, clearly still concerned.

"You don't believe me, do you?" he observed, smiling gently. "Izumi, you don't have to worry."

"I can't stop myself from worrying," she mumbled, annoyed that he didn't seem to be taking her seriously.

Something seemed to occur to her big brother.

"Have... Have I not told you about your fund?"

"My what?" she asked, blinking.

"Oh my god, I haven't, have I?" Izuku murmured. He opened his laptop and plopped down on the couch.

"I have a fund?" Izumi asked again.

"When you were born, Mom set up a savings account for you," he said, motioning for her to come over. "Come take a look."

"She did?" he asked, taking a seat next to him and glancing at his laptop's screen.

"I deposit some money in there every month, and the interest rate of the account is pretty good," he explained. "There are a lot of numbers on the screen right now, but... that's-" Izuku pointed at the screen, "-the total amount in there."

Izumi gasped.

"I'm rich," she breathed.

"You're not rich," Izuku corrected bluntly. "It's not that much money, plus you don't get access to it till you're twenty-five."

"What?! That's ten years from now!" Izumi exclaimed. "Shouldn't it be when I turn eighteen?"

"Mom set it up that way, and besides, I'm not insane enough to give an eighteen year old unsupervised access to that much money," Izuku chuckled. "If you pass the entrance exam, you'll be at U.A. for three years, which will put a sizable dent in this account, but I make more than enough to pay U.A.'s tuition myself."

"You do?"

"Yeah, and, if push comes to shove, I can just take some of it out of my fund; I'll be fine."

"Your fund?"

"Yes, Mom set one up for me as well. Don't even try to worry about it," Izuku warned. "My fund's more than twice the size of yours."