Bonds - The Past Echoes | MHA Reader-Insert

On Deaf Ears...Not

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You had only said it to ease Uraraka's mind, but the couple weeks spent back home were actually giving you the chance to slow down. An ode to the autonomous life you lead, that you had no idea just how draining it was to take care of an entire classroom, compared to only your sister. Now that you've had a few days to rest your aching bones, believing that it was the exact same amount of work felt like propaganda.

It was almost certainly a case of you lying to yourself, but you couldn't shake the feeling that someone else straight up said that to you. Possibly Mineta. For whatever reason, he was in the top 5 of your classmates that were glad to see that you had recovered from your severe case of near death.

That isn't to say that lounging around is all you have been doing. Following the strict orders you received from Uraraka (or at least it would become strict if she found out you didn't listen), you took to working out on your sister's equipment.

Mimitaka was of little help beyond telling you how everything worked, forcing you to figure things out for yourself (which incidentally, was how she learned how to operate all the machines in the first place). It was only today that you managed to piece together a proper workout plan. Two hours of suffering, or to someone as insane as you (your sister), the equivalent of playing Twister with a sweaty guy: mildly unpleasant to the psyche.

Oh sure, the nose too.

You had just finished your intense regiment, and after taking a bath, you returned to your sister's apartment to make her lunch. Sure, washing up in here would have been more convenient, but as the person who cleans her bathroom, you knew exactly what went on in there. No thanks.

Manifesting your hardworking spirit, you were multitasking. At the moment, you were also on the phone with, surprise surprise, Uraraka. The two of you have been calling each other everyday on the hour, something that you had also factored into your workout schedule.

Usually, she was the one who called you, but if for whatever reason she didn't when the minute hand moved one tick past the number on the clock, you panic dialed her.

One incident in particular wasn't her fault, however. You got a change in number along with a new phone for Christmas (by Mimitaka's commandment, who liked to keep up with the latest tech), and setting it up was hassle enough. It was not your fault that informing your contacts slipped your mind.

You two just got done discussing the other thing that was occupying your time: trying to repair the relationship between Mimitaka and your mother. While you showered your sister with unconditional love when she returned, your sole surviving parent did the opposite.

Never recovering from her decision to live with her father, your mom treated your sister with the indifference she believed she felt for her. While that was originally the case, it eventually spiraled into contempt for one another. Hate fosters hate, and your mother was a far more influential progenitor for Mimitaka's hostility than you were. She practically undid all of your initial progress, which may have been the reason Uraraka needed to get involved.

You were spending too much time on your own problems during this phone call. It was Uraraka's birthday, you didn't need to burden her with that, no matter how much she wanted to hear it. After letting her drive the conversation for a time, she suddenly cut herself off with a shallow gasp.

"Geez, I almost forgot. It was the whole reason I called. Your gift came in earlier today." Getting lost in your conversations happened so often that she hardly noticed anymore.

"I'd sure hope so, I paid for express shipping. Luckily, the price graph shoots up like lightning a couple days before Christmas and then crashes right after it." You celebrated your penny pinching. Which didn't make too much sense, considering–