I have to perfect excuse to why it took ages for me to update: I was playing Minecraft.

And I was lazy — there I said it. I can't help procrastinating...

Izumi opened her eyes, the sun peeking through the white blinds in front of the large window. "Stupid bright thing" She muttered as she sat up in her bed and stretched, her body quietly popping while she yawned.

She hated how she felt when waking up, but almost refused to sleep when night time was upon her — it was almost as if she enjoyed being annoyed.

Izumi got out of her bed and put on her slippers, walking out of her room to see a yellow post-it note on the table. Looking at the note, she began to form an admittedly scary smile.

Izumi. I've driven Izuku off to an agency to perform an interview scheduled for him. There's plenty of food in the fridge, NO leaving the house. Please and thank you,

Mom

Izumi then grabbed her phone from the counter and called up her friend, Makiko Bakugo: little sister of Katsuki Bakugo. Her phone rang for a few seconds before her blonde friend picked up "What's up Izumi?" She replied on the other end.

"Nothing much, wanna come over to my house in an hour? My mom and brother are out so I can do whatever. But I can't leave..."

"I guess she didn't mention anything about inviting anyone right?"

"Yep." The greenette smirked at the loophole as her friend sighed "Alright, be there at 10:30."

"See ya soon." "You to."

She hung up and looked at the ceiling. Maybe an hour was a bit to long...Nah, she'll survive until then. She stood up and looked at herself, maybe a shower would do some good for her, it's been two days already.

She threw a portal at the floor and tossed another near the bathroom before jumping through it, landing a few feet away from where she was a second ago. She took off her clothes and stepped into the bathroom.

She turned the nob as cool water poured out from the faucet. She adjusted the temperature and waited a minute for it to change from freezing to warm. 'What should I do with Makiko? Watch tv...judge Instagram profiles together...gossip?'

Contrary to what many would assume, Izumi wasn't actually adept with social cues, opting to make others decide for her and making what they decide her thing or making them feel bad for choosing it. Simple manipulation.

'Maybe we could mess around with our Quirks by trashing up his room...Yeah, I like that idea.' Another scary smile formed on her face as she stepped into the shower and shivered in delight — perfect temperature water.

She knew that Deku would never act out against her, being weak mentally and was always kinda lanky, even if he was taking self defense classes or whatever. He would always be useless. But then...how did he get into U.A. when he's a male: a Quirkless runt.

Did he go to that place where hey give men and sometimes Quirkless women Quirks? No...he had it before they opened up to the public. Perhaps...he was their first test subject and since he was a success, they let him go into the world like nothing happened.

Probably why he has an interview today.

She washed up and put on a long white t-shirt and black gym shorts that dropped right above her knee. Makiko should be here in 20 minutes or so...what to do now... She looked in her room and saw her favorite hoodie in her closet.

It was based off the Hero suit of the Number One and best hero to date: Vertigo: The Illusionist Hero. She could create illusions that could manipulate all 5 senses by just looking into someone's eyes, or they look into hers.

She was Izumi's Hero, her idol, and had one of the best quotes ever: "Villains are a Heroes raison d'être, and Heroes are a Villains' raison d'être. There will never be one without the other."

It was true, awesome, and it made you sound smart whenever you said it out loud. She liked feeling smart, not that she wasn't. She has the best grades in class, followed by Katsuki and her disgrace of a brother. Why can't he just go and die already.

He's only a nuisance, nothing more, nothing less. He'll never become a hero as long as she's there.

Though, now that she looked at it, she noticed that the size of the hoodie was off. In fact, it was a males size 14-16. This wasn't hers, it was her brothers. She sighed deeply, muttering about how dumb their mother was for mixing their hoodies up for the millionth time.

She kicked open her brothers room and grabbed her hoodie. She threw his at the window while glancing at his room. If she didn't know about his hero obsession, she would've labeled him a pervert permanently.

His room was covered in female merchandise and posters. Being that the highest ranking heroes were female, it made sense that the hero otaku would collect all of this, though his favorite was obvious — just about every man loved and admired All Might.

Just as she loved and admired Vertigo, but to a lesser degree.

She put on the hoodie and grabbed her phone, going to YouTube for dumb fails. For some reason, Izuku could pass the time with ease where she was always restless; never relaxing.

No wonder she didn't have many true friends. Really, it's just Makiko.

She felt her body soften as she wondered why Makiko was her friend, and why she had to have a crappy brother like Izuku. God her life was so weird.

Her mind wandered, not paying to s single thing around her, thoughts and ideas flying through her mind as she felt her heart race and possibilities appear before her eyes.

Insecurities arose and and fears began popping up, her thoughts becoming possible nightmares, all of them coming to an end when she heard a rapping at the door.

She stood up and walked over it the door to see her friend standing there, holding her phone and a garbage bag of unknown delectable treats for them to eat.

"You good Izumi? You look like you were thinking to long." The older Midoriya ignored the sarcastic/true comment and let her friend in.

"So where is your bother anyways?" She never did specify why they were gone did she?

"He's with my mom at some conference or whatever. She knew I wouldn't want it come with her."

"To early for you?" The greenette nodded as Makiko sat in the couch in the living room, slipping off her shoes in a seamless motion "So are we gonna watch it before I leave?"

Izumi shrugged as Makiko smirked "Maybe he gets a heart attack on stage." She snorted as Izuku grabbed her phone.

"Oh! That reminds me" Makiko pulled up her phone and began searching for the web page and showed it to her friend "Vertigo is coming to U.A. High."

"What."

This short chapter probably wasn't worth the wait, was it?

*sigh*

I want it to be good, but I have to actually start up the story. After the next chapter, it will begin (with aggravatingly slow updates), and I hope to make the story go more smoothly.