Waking up from a sunbeam that teased my eye, I got up and immediately made my bed.

After stretching and washing, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for myself and my stupid younger brother.

I didn't wake him up before going out. It would have been useless, he would only have gotten up even later.

As I got closer to the school, more and more kids greeted me with good morning. Surprisingly, everyone addressed me by my last name or first name, despite the fact that I was the class monitor, because that's how other monitors are greeted.

But this is something I've already gotten used to.

Classes went on as usual. I learned from the guys in the parallel that my brother was late and arrived in the middle of the first lesson. Because of his repeated lateness, he was standing outside the classroom with buckets of water. I don't even know if he was lucky that they had a review and not a new topic.

Sighing tiredly and rubbing the bridge of my nose, I thought with relief that at least I was no longer called to the teachers' room with him to apologize for my brother and his absences.

At least his grades were good. It was not for nothing that I threatened to dispose of his magazine collection and confiscate the hard drive with his "studies".

The school year was already coming to an end, forcing most students to prepare for exams and choose educational institutions.

This did not concern me. Thanks to my impeccable grades, I was exempted from exams and had already been accepted to UA on a special recommendation after a preliminary commission.

And upon arriving home, I was stunned by the news that my parents shared with me.

"Darling, we bought you a house." Mom was the first to speak to me, smiling sweetly.

We were sitting in the hall on two opposite sofas, separated by a long, but not very wide coffee table.

I didn't even think about the cost and the purchase of the house itself, after all, we were a wealthy family. If my success is no lower, then in the future our family may well become elite and enter the narrow circle that controls the direction of the country.

No, what puzzled me was that they bought me a house.

"You have been independent and responsible since childhood, so we decided to help you grow up." Seeing my frozen face, dad laughed a little and began to explain their approach, which mom immediately continued.

"You don't have to worry about insurance and money, we don't want to distract you from achieving your dream. But in everything else, you will do everything yourself: pay taxes, fees, calculate the budget. You are already dexterous with cooking, cleaning, laundry and everything else."

"Here." My father handed me a black credit card. "This is our gift to you for academic success with honors and admission to the heroic course of UA. We've given you a nice chunk of cash to help you set up your home. I've attached a business card to your door so you can talk to them about everything. They know their stuff."

Still in a daze, I took the handed over credit card and my eyes widened even more.

The color of the credit card itself screamed about its premium class, but the system withdrew the balance from the card itself, which made my eyes bulge.

I began to look at it with trembling hands, holding such a mountain of money for the first time.

My parents, hugging each other, looked at me warmly and quietly nodded to each other: 'We raised him well'

Having received such a large sum, despite my joy, I could not smile. I was overwhelmed with shock and incomprehension of how I could deserve something like this.

Raising my head, I saw their warm looks and smiles. 'They trust me...'

I was filled with an oppressive, heavy, but warm feeling inside. I looked at them with a serious look, with tears welling up in my eyes and said: "I will not let you down!"

I stood up, walked up to them and sat down, hugging them both around the body. My father patted me on the shoulder once, and my mother began to stroke my head while I tried not to cry. After all, in this life, they truly became my family.

The next day, I went to the company listed on the business card, taking the bare necessities, because they would transport everything else.

My father had already sorted everything out in advance, because they had all the schemes, plans and drawings of the site, so they just needed to know my preferences for its arrangement.

Coming with them after dinner, I watched how they worked quickly and with detail to the little things. Their filigree use of quirks, which was ideal for this occupation, and competence was a truly interesting sight. After all, watching professionals at work can be interesting and an addictive pastime.

By the evening I was already moving into a new, fully furnished, three-story house. Of course, cleaning it would be a real hassle, but my smile never left my face.

A week later, I invited my family over for the next weekend, having managed to settle in and get used to the house, especially to the neighbors, who were unexpectedly hospitable and came with treats.

Already during their reception, we discussed everything and decided that my unbearable brother would not move in with me.

Firstly, I don't need a sloppy lazy brat and asshole, who doesn't come around very often with bad behavior, but sometimes makes a mess around the house.

My parents want him to become more responsible and independent, which won't happen with me, because I will constantly be directing and pushing him, and they don't want to ruin my life.

In the end, they wished me luck and asked me to write more often, sometimes dropping in on them. The last part was said by my mother, almost in tears, to which I squeezed her hands in mine and promised to definitely drop by in my free time.

I still went to school, after which I went shopping and started cooking myself lunch and dinner, so that after lunch I could freely work out in the equipped fitness room, which was in the basement.

As it turned out, you can create several floors underground, but no more than 4, and since they don't like this number here, and I don't really need more, we settled on three underground floors.

  These were quite serious extra expenses, but my inner introvert, which I was in a past life, wanted a quiet cozy place without the noise of the street, people and cars. Honestly, I couldn't argue with this, and with the soundproofing I could calmly listen to music during my workouts.

***

One day I was going for a run. Although I had treadmills, I still preferred fresh air, using them in adverse weather.

Stopping after a couple of hours, sweating well, I realized that I had run quite far along the embankment. Standing before the choice of calling a taxi or the metro, I still chose the latter in order to save on unnecessary expenses.

Walking along the road, I popped into a vending machine with drinks and bought warm green tea in a can, which warmed me up in such cool autumn weather. After all, the second trimester was in full swing.

Walking to the station, slowly sipping tea, I almost choked when I heard a young girl's voice.

"Big brother, do you want to have some fun?" this voice came from the alley, perfectly understanding what was meant by *have some fun*

(Author: I mean Big Brother as Oni'i-chan, not Chinese type. I'm just too embarrassed to write that)

I was embarrassed and was about to tell the miss that I was underage, thus making it clear that I was not interested. Because I knew a couple of guys who would agree in a heartbeat.

Turning to her, I froze, unable to utter a single syllable, being in shock.

I saw a girl with soft golden hair, gathered into balls, who was wearing a school uniform and a medical mask.

No, I was not surprised that the girl turned out to be a schoolgirl. It was not uncommon for girls to *become adults* and become addicted to *entertainment* due to raging hormones, while earning pocket money. As for clients... It was not for nothing that the term *Sugar Daddy* appeared in Japan.

No, not at all because of that. The reason was that I recognized her by her unkempt hair and predatory tired eyes, not to mention the aura that she radiated.

'Himiko Toga!'

My brain, so to speak, simultaneously switched off and began to quickly sort through the facts that I knew about her. To be honest, I was not a big fan of heroics and abandoned manga and the last clear memory I had was of Endeavor's hard-fought victory over the new generation of Nomu.

'I only know that she ran away from home and vaguely recalled mentions of her crimes shortly after the capture of the hero hunter Stein. I need to talk to her to find out the details.'

And when I came to, I was already deep in the alley with my pants down, while she was talking:

"... I always wanted to try this, but most of the ones I came across were weird, wishing for me to poke my sweaty socks in their faces or run my heel down their pants. I hope you're not like that, dear big brother."

I was seriously scared, trying to figure out how I ended up in this position and quickly flipped through the last memories, how she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the alley and put me against the wall behind the big trash container.

As soon as she reached for my underwear, I blushed wildly and grabbed her hands.

"Wait! I'm not ready!" I started saying the first thing that came to mind, trying to protect my innocence.

"Huh? What? If you're worried about money, then don't worry, I've wanted to try this myself for a long time..." She tried to get closer, but I held her hands tightly.

'I wasn't ready for this kind of situation at all! I need to stop panicking! First, I need to retreat! But what about her? If I let her go, it could turn into trouble...'

"L-let's go to my place then! I live alone!"

"Ho?" Her hands stopped reaching for me and she started to stand up. "If that's the case, then I don't mind. I would also like it to be in a more suitable setting."

'Phew, that was a relief.' Sighing internally, the urgency and panic began to recede little by little.

Taking her hand so as not to lose sight of her, I went to the station and in 15 minutes we were at my house. It was already getting dark, so there was no one on the street.

"Wow... What a house." She looked around with calm amazement, after which I pulled her inside. Once inside, she asked me.

"Do you mind if I take a shower first?"

"Not at all, make yourself at home." I smiled nervously, showing her the shower.

Smiling, she disappeared inside, and I prepared a pair of clothes for her from my wardrobe.

As soon as I heard the sound of water, I immediately contacted a married couple of heroes I knew and asked them to check the database about her, while checking the surveillance cameras so that she did not slip away, because she was a professional at this.

Five minutes later, I received a message.

'Huh? She's clean? So she hasn't done anything yet and hasn't gone crazy? This is encouraging… But what should I do now?'

Going over my options again, I woke up only when I heard the sound of the door opening.

'Damn, I'm too nervous, I didn't even hear her drying her hair!'

She was wearing a regular black T-shirt, which despite the difference in height, still barely reached her belly button due to her huge... impressive bust. And underneath were regular gray shorts that almost touched her knees. Well, and socks that she pulled up almost to her entire shin.

"So what now? Should I wait for you or can we get started?" She started talking in such a way that I began to lose self-control.

And before I lost it, I stopped her.

"I apologize for the misunderstanding. I did not invite you with such intentions." From her look, I could tell that she wanted to say 'coward', but I immediately continued.

"I saw the state of your clothes and considering it's Sunday, I thought you were in a bad situation. Forgive me if it looked different or that I'm interfering in your life, I sincerely want to help you."

She looked at me with an unreadable gaze, then turned her head slightly and whispered, which with my abilities was not hard to hear.

"Help, you say..."

After which I began to carefully question her, to which she either nodded in agreement or shook her head from side to side.

To sum it up, her situation could really be called terrible. During this time, I managed to remember a lot from the story, after all, although I abandoned it, sometimes I caught interesting stories in the news feed or looked at some reviews, even thinking about returning to it.

'But I didn't have time, to my regret.'

Inside, she was a good, cheerful girl, but because of her quirk, she began to show strange inclinations that scared her parents and immediately distanced themselves from her, calling her a vice, a demon and a monster. I don't really remember what happened next, but her childhood was definitely not normal.

Now, she was apparently trying to understand emotions, affection, attraction and love, which she lacked so much. I'm sure it wasn't long before her nervous breakdown, six months at most, maybe a year.

As for her parents, they didn't care about her, this wasn't her first runaway from home. At the same time, she never turned off her phone, expecting at least some sign of care from them.

"Then… How about you stay with me until you get back on your feet?" She looked at me strangely when I realized how it sounded and cleared my throat, immediately continuing.

"I mean, as long as you feel confident, find a job, and would be able afford to rent your own place, I don't mind helping you."

"I..." she started to say, looking at the floor blankly. "I don't even know what to say to your offer. Honestly, it sounds unrealistic. Especially knowing that I'm a freak...' I cut off her self-deprecating speech.

"You are not a freak or a monster. Everyone has their own special personality, that's why it's called a Quirk. It's just that your Quirk affects you, making it convenient for you to use it, so that you don't feel disgusted and nauseous when drinking blood."

"But... But... But I..." For the first time since we met, I caught her real emotions locked deep inside.

I walked up to her and knelt down, gently squeezing her hands.

"You are very kind and strong. Despite the desire to taste someone else's blood, you did not harm anyone and tried to be friendly to everyone, despite your own problems. Believe me, you are not a monster or a freak, you are actually a very sweet and beautiful girl, it's just that because of all the weight on you, it only dimly shines through your outer mask. You just need to accept yourself."

Looking at me with tears welling up in her eyes, she fell face down on my shoulder and started sobbing, hugging me by the shoulders. In response to this, I remained motionless and began to slowly pat her on the back, hugging her as well.

After a little more than 10 minutes, her sobbing subsided a little and she spoke.

"I agree, but... I have a condition." Still sniffling, she spoke behind my ear, embarrassed to look me in the face.

"Well, I can't say anything until I hear it." I laughed a little to defuse the situation, but instead she squeezed me even tighter.

"I... I... I'll agree if you let me drink your blood!" after which she immediately pressed her face into my shoulder, which seemed to have become a few degrees hotter.

  "Well, since I agreed to help you, I think I have to help you with this issue so that you can accept yourself."

"Then..." she asked in a squeaky voice.

"Yes, I agree to let you drink my blood."

"T-thank you..." after which she immediately moved my clothes aside and began to peer at my naked shoulder.

Noticing her embarrassed look, I also blushed without realizing it. Noticing this, she calmed down and giggled slightly.

"Well... Thank you for the meal." And immediately she sensually snuggled up to my shoulder.

*Bite*

I felt a small prick, but soon the pain was replaced by numbness and I somehow even detachedly felt some excitement and pleasure from the process.

And only later I will understand that this request was not an instinctive desire of the girl under the influence of her own quirk, but something deeper, stronger and at the same time pure and innocent, something that she said inside herself...