[Yanai Yoko]

The long week had finally come to an end which meant she finally got another much needed breather. Physical exercises, studying laws, learning hero history and protocol it was all so stifling to her. You had to be out of your mind to want to be a hero. Like her sister. She was a freak, why choose to live in that world? She still didn't get it and she wasn't about to spare her another thought. She had plans today and she was looking forward to getting away from it all for a bit.

She hadn't really dressed fancy or anything. Her fashion was pretty much always the same, but she had actually bothered to put on a little more makeup before she left home. With a bag full of alcohol she made her way to her bestie's apartment via a quick bus ride. She was a little slower than usual since she had sustained an injury to her ankle and had to use crutches. It would be easier if she used her quirk, but that would just cause a scene. Typical quirk bullshit. Whilst riding the bus a kid still holding onto their parent stared at her foot brace like she was an animal at the zoo. Naturally she returned with a malicious stare, causing the kid to back off.

When she arrived at Kawahara's place she flipped her phone to selfie camera to check on her braids for a moment before ringing the bell. ''Heey, you home? I brought drinks. I guarantee there's something you'll like.''

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With her head face down on her table Kawahara was barely holding back tears. Another bill? Seriously? Life was too expensive! She'd already asked Yu for an advance on her pay and she wouldn't get her new credit card until next week. Just another to add to the collection in the corner which had reached an impressive height. [break][break]

Oh well. She would stand up and open her fridge. Life happens! There was nothing she could do to change that.[break][break]

A few pickles left in a jar were a good enough lunch! It wasn't like she had many other options, as the rest of the shelves were basically empty aside from leftover food and a few drinks. She was munching when the doorbell rang, and she nearly dropped the jar as she scrambled to get to the door. She paused when she realized there was a good chance it could be another debt collector here to rain on her parade.[break][break]

Checking the peephole, she perked up once she realized it was just Yoko which meant a literal rain on her parade. The door would swing open as she grabbed Yoko's hand and pulled her inside "Yo-chan! Did you bring gifts? You're the best best friend a girl could have!" she'd pull Yoko into a hug despite her inevitable protests. "You hungry? I have uh..." she'd open the fridge and pull out the pickle jar which only had two left "Well, I haven't gone food shopping in a bit so maybe just drinks?" she'd sit down at the table and drum eagerly waiting to see what treats she got this time.

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[Yanai Yoko]

''Yeah, something like that. Booze at least.'' She replied casually without returning the hug, although she didn't mind it either. Her and Kawahara went back a bit and she knew her bestie wasn't a creep, nor a bully. What immediately grabbed her concern wasn't how touchy she was being, but rather the state of her apartment. ''Your place looks like shit as per usual.'' Her plastic bag rustled gently. It contained everything from cans of beer to wine bottles or fruitier alcoholic delights, whatever Kawahara fancied.

''What are you... Were you eating that?'' Her face scrunched up when she saw the jar of pickles and without saying another word she opened up her umbrella. Sure enough, moments later rain was pouring down over her head. With a dead serious glare in her eyes she looked at Kawahara and took out her phone, typing a number she didn't even need to look at because she knew it by heart. ''That's it, I'm ordering you pizza. My treat.'' When the phone started ringing she pressed it up to her ear. ''Hey, you, old fart? That's right the usual. Yes, now. I'll send you the address.'' And just like that she hung up. ''Old shithead.'' She grumbled as she put her phone away. ''Let's review the goods.'' She sat down opposite Kawahara and started fishing out all sorts of beverages. Cans of beer, Strong Zero, smaller, but still delicious wine bottles. One of which Yoko set aside for herself because it had a bit of a sour plum aftertaste. If she had any inkling what Kawahara actually preferred Yoko would have tried to bring that too, or the closest thing she could get. ''Take whatever you like, but tell me how your week has been. Mine's been long and terrible.''

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Kawahara would pout, puffing out her cheeks at the (true) notion that her place looked like shit always. "Yo-chan, you're so mean!! You know I work a lot so I don't always get the time to clean up!" she would stamp her feet a little in defiance, having her usual mini tantrum at how harsh Yoko could be. [break][break]

Seeing the selection of drinks Yoko brought immediately pulled her out of it "Okay, I forgive you." She reached for one of the plum-flavored drinks, a big favorite of hers, cracked it open, taking a sip. Pushing the pickle jar closer to Yoko, as if this was an equal trade she was shocked to be met with another (typical) judgemental look from Yoko "Eh? Is that not good? They're still good...probably." she'd frantically check the expiration date and sigh a breathe of relief. Still good for another week! Although it wouldn't be the first time she got sick from eating something she didn't check on beforehand. [break][break]

"Pizza?!?!" her eyes sparkled in excitement "I'll pay you back I promise I just need to win big toni- uh get my paycheck." Yes big save 10/10 she totally sold that and Yoko would never know. She'd raise her bottle and give Yoko a cheers as they had the same taste after all and taking another swig of her drink she'd set it down. "My week? Well, last night I totally had my favorite pachiko station, and no, I didn't win, but I ALMOST did." she paused for a moment before it clicked that she should probably ask about why Yoko came in on crutches. "Did you hurt yourself? Was it someone at UAU? I'll beat them up for you no one hurts Yo-chan while I'm around!!"

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[Yanai Yoko]

''Yeah you do.'' She continued to look around the room, thinking about how she herself would clean it up if she had to. ''But that's not an excuse, you still have to clean or you'll get sick living here, dumbass. If that happens, who else do you have that could take care of you?'' She was implying that she would help take care of her sick bestie because she would, but she wasn't entirely sure how outgoing Kawahara was, or how big a social circle she kept around her. Bringing it up was completely hypocrisy on her part since she only had one friend and it was her best friend.

''Probably isn't good enough. If you have a job and you're earning money you should buy nice things for yourself, not keep old food around.'' She didn't even care that it wasn't expired pickles, and it probably said more about Yoko's own practice of food wasting than anything else. Cracking open her own wine she took a long sip. ''I said it's my treat.'' She grumbled, thinking that she communicated it pretty clearly that Kawahara didn't need to pay her back. Not that she ever really did. Not with money, anyway. One thing she had come to learn about her best friend was that she was a risktaker, but that made her all the more fun to hang around and Kawahara was much better at giving her time than money. To her, that was enough. ''Cheers.'' She said, monotone as ever as she raised her bottle and took another swig. ''You'll have it next time. Otherwise you just shakedown the owner of the place.'' Might makes right and all that.

Her first instinct was to lie and cast the blame entirely on her roommate when Kawahara asked her about her injury. Something like 'My roommate pushed me down a hill', but that wasn't what really happened and as it turned out Nat wasn't the worst. Not friend material, but not a horrible roommate either. ''I just slipped during practice, no need to fight anyone.'' She waved her hand casually.

When she heard someone at the door, Yoko immediately stood up to answer it like she lived there. She took a few steps towards it before turning back to Kawahara. ''If it's a debt collector I can tell them to fuck off, right?''

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With the biggest smug look on her face Kawahara took a deliberate sip from her drink trying to act cool. Big emphasis on trying "Sick? I've never been sick, Yo-chan, not even once!" Perhaps it was one of the most impressive feats but she had never gotten a cold from what she could remember. Probably a quirk related, but Kawahara was too dense to realize. [break][break]

The smugness was wiped from her face instantly as she thought about money once again "Okay but like think about this I could spend the money I'm making on little things OR I could win big and pay off all my debt in one go. It's foolproof!" Not it wasn't, she's a fool. "You're too nice Yo-chan! Do you think they'd let me visit you on campus? I can bring snacks next time" she nearly spit out her drink at the prospect of fighting the manager of her favorite pachinko parlor "Ehhh?? No way I don't want to get banned! I'd have to go to the one across town and last time I did that I lost all my money" she would sniffle, tearing up at the idea of doing that again. Sure, her luck wasn't any better at this one but it was closer![break][break]

She'd breathe a sigh of relief at not having to fight anyone. More than anything Kawahara knew she'd lose if it was someone strong enough to beat up Yoko. Those UAU kids were terrifying! "That sucks Yo-chan! I hope that it hea-" the doorbell made her jump if her bestie was already here that meant someone was here to try and collect money that she didn't have. "Shhh, just tell them I'm not home. I'll go out the bathroom window; you can say you're housesitting for me!"

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[Yanai Yoko]

She stopped herself mid-swig to call out Kawahara. ''That's bullshit, everyone's been sick before. How have you never been sick? Did you ever lie to stay home from school?'' She wasn't an expert on financial advice or anything, especially because ever since getting to know Kawahara her own spending had gotten pretty ridiculous too. It all fed into her ulterior motive to make the Yanai name look bad. If the youngest in a prominent pro hero line gambled her money away and lost it at the casino, wouldn't that spread rumors? It was perfect. ''On campus? I don't see why not, it's not exactly Tartarus.'' Although sometimes it did feel like a prison in its own way.

When Kawahara started sniffling she almost felt a little bad. Okay, no fighting the manager then. Putting her bottle aside, she leaned forward and gave Kawahara a couple of pats on the head, as if she was trying to tell her everything was going to be fine without actually saying it.

''Roger.'' She hoped that it wasn't just the pizza delivery guy, she was itching to strangle someone to forget about the pain in her foot. ''No one's home.'' She said while opening the door, completely forgetting about the fact that she could have looked to see who it was first. ''Oh, it's pizza. One second dude.'' She got her wallet out and started handing him the cash. ''Kawahara. It was just pizza. Don't jump.'' She called out, opening the bathroom door just to make sure the girl hadn't actually jumped out in the few seconds she had looked away. ''Your dinner's here.'' She showed her the pizza and put it down on the table, making way for it by picking up her bottle and putting it in her lap. ''If you order from their place you can trust them. The owner's an old shithead, but he cares about people like us deep down.'' Whatever that meant, people like them... Sometimes it felt like it was just her and Kawahara against the world. The greedy, greedy gambling world that ate money faster than they could earn it.

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"Nope!" she was beaming smugly at this point "I played lacrosse so I didn't miss a single day! I had perfect attendance!" Probably the most shocking thing out of that was that was that Kawahara has perfect anything. Life was NOT a fan of her usually and her life just proved that...well that and the crippling gambling addiction. [break][break]

"I owe you one Yo-chan!" More like a million; before Yoko had even managed to hobble over to the door Kawahara was already in her bathroom. She stepped up the toilet seat and pushed open the window and put her upper half through. Unfortunately, that was the only part that would make it through as the window would close on her halfway through trapping her between it. "Oh god not again!!" she would flail her legs trying to wedge herself forward and onto the fire escape. The last time this happened Yugure came by and freed her and the time before that she was stuck out there for two days. [break][break]

Yoko would be greeted by the lower half of Kawahara flailing in the window and assuming she helped her Kawahara would hug her sniffling after she was free "Thank gooood Yo-chan I don't know what I'd do without you." the smell of the pizza got her over her misfortune quickly and she helped herself to a slice "Really? I'll have to tell Yu-chan about this she always has the money for stuff like this." she'd practically unhinge her jaw to eat the pizza as if her life depended on it and helped herself to another slice "So" she would speak up her voice muffled from the food "Have you made any new friends at UAU?"

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[Yanai Yoko]

''Lacrosse? It's that stick thing isn't it?'' Despite having known Kawahara for longer than most people she still didn't fully get it. She had seen her play, she had probably had it explained to her before, she was just insanely disinterested with any sport that wasn't swimming. ''This just proves that school is wrong.'' She shrugged. ''I had far from perfect attendance, and now you, the model student, you're hanging out with one of the bad kids.'' She said it just as much to tease her. Deep down she thought it was super impressive that Kawahara managed. She sure as hell knew she could never commit to a perfect attendance lifestyle. Not then, not now.

''Hey Kawahara, your piz-'' She was quick to put the pizza on the table and rush over to her best friend's aid. ''Hey, you can't go doing that! What if I wasn't here?'' She immediately started helping her back out. It would be fast with her quirk, but she also risked damaging the window or Kawahara if she transformed. Besides, she didn't really want to if she could avoid it. ''..Just be more careful, dumbass.'' She muttered, letting the hug happen without hugging her back. However, she was relieved that nothing had gone wrong. Sometimes, she wondered if Kawahara's real quirk was that she was some kind of ticking time bomb for bad luck.

''Yu-chan?'' She pondered who it was for a second, before assigning a vague face to the name. ''That boss of yours? Yeah, she can probably call them too.'' If the old geezer didn't serve Yu-chan or Kawahara he would get an earful from her. ''Friends? At UAU?'' She shook her head gently. ''I have a shitty roommate, but she's quiet and she cooks pretty often so that's not too bad.'' Nat was surprisingly easy to tolerate. It helped that she always gave her space and never just barged into her room or played loud music every day. ''Then there's senpai. She's a total nerd, she even said my quirk was cool..'' She double facepalmed to hide her embarrassment. ''I don't mind her either.'' She found herself wanting to quickly change the subject. ''How about work, any new shit going down I should know about?''

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"Mhm! It totally is!" She'd point to the corner of her living room to show off her lacrosse stick, which was partially buried under some dirty clothes and bills. She was eating this pizza as if she hadn't eaten in days...which given the state of her fridge wasn't entirely untrue. Aside from getting the leftovers from Yugure two days ago, she had mostly subsisted on snacks and her "still fresh" pickles.[break][break]

She would breeze past Yoko calling her a dumbass, who was she to argue with the sound logic? "Yeah Yugure! She's another bestie...I really should introduce you two! You'd like her she's..." Yugure was a lot of things but most importantly she was someone Kawahara would do anything for. No one, aside from maybe Yoko, knew her better "she's just great! It's hard to explain so I won't!" she'd stuff another slice of pizza into her mouth, finally starting to feel full and would wash it down with the rest of her wine. "Senpai?" she'd pout "I'm the senpai! Who is this new senpai? Have I ever led you wrong Yo-chan??" Yes. Yes, she had. Hundreds of times in fact. [break][break]

"Well, it's good that you're making friends! If I could I'd go to that school with you, I didn't realize it was free if you pass the exam." Kawahara likely could have passed the exam but she was too old to start a hero career. "No no its all pretty boring." she'd lean in and whisper "But if you mean my work as Sparkle that's getting exciting! We're trying to find someone called 'The Spider'"

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[Yanai Yoko]

''Really?'' She had never really felt the need to meet Yugure, but she wouldn't mind it if she came over to Kawahara's one day and this Yugure person just so happened to be there too. ''Does she like smoking?'' What was she finally asked after contemplating Kawahara's suggestion for a few seconds while sipping wine. ''Not at all.'' She blinked her eyes at Kawahara. Was it wrong of her to have two senpais? ''Well... There was that one time where we put a lot of money on red.'' And a few more episodes that popped into her mind, but nothing that she really minded all that much. Kawahara made for fantastic company, that's all that mattered to her. ''But it's not like she's replacing you.'' She thought about how to phrase it while lazily waving the wine bottle around, was she getting tipsy already? ''She's my fighting senpai... You're like... My life senpai.'' One helped with fighting and hero things, the other helped with general life stuff and keeping her sane. Made sense to Yoko!

''Really? I bet you could pass the exam, it's not really that hard.'' Although she didn't really want Kawahara to take the exam either. Kawahara was her one tie to the real world, the one person in her life that wasn't all hero business all the time. If she lost that, then who would she go to when she needed to get away from it all? ''Yeah,'' she sighed, ''pretty boring at the convenience store too. Purple hat came in twice this week.'' Purple hat was a regular at the store she worked at who looked a bit... Bizarre. Strange enough for her to notice and turn a boring shift mildly interesting. Lately he had been stopping by less and less, maybe because he realized how much their store sucked and he had found a better one?

''The Spider?'' Her face scrunched up. ''Gross. Are they a friend or some bad guy?'' She took one last swig of her bottle, downing the rest of it.

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"I've never seen her smoking, but then again we haven't lived together since we were kids so maybe she took it up?" It was true Yugure was just a bit older than Kawahara and had moved out of their parent's home earlier. She did visit from time to time, but between her vigilante activities and running a business, she didn't come around much. Instead, Kawahara would visit her often, usually to watch movies or when she spent all her money on pachinko and needed food. [break][break]

"Okay but like that one wasn't my fault!! It was a sure thing!" It wasn't. It never was. With an exaggerated pout, Kawahara took another sip of her drink and helped herself to another slice of pizza. If there was one thing that girl could do it was eat, especially when she was having struggle meals nearly every day. "Aww, life senpai!" she would move across the table and pull Yoko into a tight hug. "My favorite kohai!" Her only kohai no one would follow Kawahara anywhere once they learned how she lived her life.[break][break]

"You know you should learn the purple hat's name, especially if they're a regular. Sometimes people give you tips!" No, no, that's not how it worked AT ALL. "From what Yu-chan tells me they're a really bad guy! Doing all sort of illegal things...er the bad kind not the kind weeeeeee- I do!" nice save now she would never find out that Yugure was also a vigilante.

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[Yanai Yoko]

''Maybe.'' She shrugged. Wouldn't blame another person for falling victim to society's and life's bullshit and resorting to vices. She was a hypocrite, but she wasn't an asshole. Either way, if Kawahara hadn't seen her smoke then she probably didn't. Sure, she could be hiding it and all that, but considering such little trivial bullshit was too much of a headache for her. Rubbing her temple softly she leaned back in her chair and took a big sip of her drink. ''But was it? Gambling isn't like a sport or whatever, you can't just practice a bunch and get good at it. It's all up to chance in the end, isn't it?'' Part of her was relieved to know that Kawahara was fed for another night with every slice she ate. Sometimes she wondered how her senior, her life senpai and her best friend even survived out here. Yoko herself? She had it easy being a hero student, living life on easy mode on UAU campus, but Kawahara? She had been thrown to the wolves and was forced to fight the shit fight.

She blinked her eyes when Kawahara pulled her into the tight hug, giving her an awkward pat on the back. Kawahara didn't shy away from showing affection, and Yoko didn't really hate it, but she had absolutely no idea how to reciprocate it. Even something as simple as returning a hug was a nightmare for her. A nice nightmare. Not many people were willing to hug her. Once they found out who she was, or she opened her mouth to speak they usually all ran away or ridiculed her. ''So I'm someone's favorite.'' She muttered, going back to drinking the second they broke from the hug.

''...Tips at the convenience store? Are we talking life tips or money tips?'' If it was monetary, then she was probably the shittiest employee of the month considering she had never received a tip before. ''Uh huh. Figures from a name like that.'' She furrowed her brow at Kawahara, or did she just look like her usual grumpy self? Either way, she was too distracted imagining what 'The Spider' looked like to catch onto Kawahara's slip up. ''As long as you're not doing anything stupid or reckless.''

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"Okay ya, but like..." You could practically hear the wheels turning in her head as she tried to refute Yoko's flawless logic with her own misguided efforts. "You can learn patterns! Or uh like...it's a feeling! Like you know when you're gonna win!" She would think even harder, nearly pulling a muscle. "Like when you see a cute girl!" She knew Yoko was very gay, so she was hoping it would get through to her, even if it was a bunch of nonsense. At least she said it with confidence![break][break]

"Always and forever Yo-chan!" She would squeeze her tighter and then let her go. Why couldn't she have been her little sister? It probably would have been better than the blind leading the blind, which was the definition of this senpai - kohai relationship. [break][break]

"Hey, when have I ever been reckless!"

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[Yanai Yoko]

''You know, huh...'' She didn't really feel the need to argue about it, especially not when her senpai was the gambling expert. She would rather let her have that than cause unnecessary rifts in their friendship. Taking a sip of her drink she damn near choked on it when Kawahara compared it to seeing a cute girl. Yoko had confided in her that she was gay ages ago. It wasn't really a secret either, she just didn't go around saying it so explicitly. ''Where's the correlation there?'' She protested, but then the more she thought about it seeing someone attractive really did bring forth a particular feeling didn't it? ''Whatever... I guess I can see what you were going for.'' She pouted, taking another sip of her drink.

Something about Kawahara's tastes must be broken, otherwise how could she be her favorite? She was well-versed in pushing people away even if she didn't mean to, and she hadn't given Kawahara special treatment from the beginning or anything like that. She had been just as rude to her as she was to everyone else she didn't know, and yet through all of that Kawahara stuck around. Eventually they became best friends and she started visiting her apartment to drink together on the weekends. ''When?'' She put her drink down. ''Didn't you just try to jump through your bathroom window? If I didn't know you already I'd guess reckless was your middle name.''

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