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I saw this art online that gave me the idea. Kinta is Mustard. From an au where the League become heroes:

When the child was handed to her, she took it in her arms and held it close. The doctors and nurses soon left them, referring to the time they had with their newborn as, "The golden hour."

Kinta was quiet, as was Toga. So much worrying, so much planning. All culminating as she rocked the swaddled being in her arms, promising internally that no harm would ever come to it.

Eventually, Toga glanced to him, "You...wanna?..." she whispered weakly, the hours that she'd suffered were worn on her face.

Kinta looked at her, then the child. Slowly, hesitantly, as if he were holding the universe in his hands, he took the child and held it.

They were like that for a time, small noises from the infant aside there were no words. Then Kinta felt movement, he looked down and saw his childs hands. The infant was crying and Kinta looked afraid, "W...What? What did I?..."

"Here..." Toga whispered. He gave her the child again and watched as she rocked back and forth, the infant softly babbling.

The young family came together, Kinta's hands around Himiko's shoulders. The mother herself held her infant close to her shoulders.

Two heroes, journeying together for as long as they could remember, losing so much to the world, and all that they suffered.

The harsh blows of a parent.

The rejection of society.

The title of monsters.

The deaths of friends, family, countless funerals they'd attended over the course of the three years as active heroes.

Despite the abuse wrought on them.

Despite the hatred and punishment.

Despite their quirks and oddity.

They kept to themselves.

And now, they would live life exactly how they wanted to.

With someone new cradled in Himiko's arms.

There was a silent promise among the young couple. Each shared this silent agreement and wrote with invisible hands their signatures on the quiet line.

A promise to this child of theirs.

This being that they created.

This baby would not be like them.

Never hurt.

Never alone.

Never without a father and a mother.

This agreement would never be broken.

This child would never be called a monster.

This child would never be called a villain for the unchangeable fact of a quirk.

They promised.

By God, they promised.

The infant shifted in the blankets and made a small noise. Holding it close, the mother spoke, "There there...mamas got you..." her voice quaked, not entirely there, memories flooding through her head as small tears rolled down her face. "I'll always make sure you feel loved. N-No matter how weird you turn out to be..."

Basically Mina helped Kirishima start working out in his middle school days:

Twenty five kilograms in each hand, Kirishima struggled and brought the right one up for a fifth pump. Mina was next to him, working her forearms with a bended bar. Unbeknown to her, he'd moved up from the fifteen kilos she'd given him when she found him grasping for air on a run.

It wasn't an easy transition.

He almost swung his hips with the next left rep, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Kirishima watched it fall, a low gasp escaping him.

Five reps.

And he needed eight in a set.

It was in there somewhere, he knew he could do it.

So...

Why wasn't it coming?

He tried, but as soon as he realized he was about to jerk the weights up Kirishima stopped.

Come on.

Come on...

"Is something wrong, Eijiro-Kun?" Mina's voice caused him to jilt ever so slightly. He didn't turn to look at her.

"N-Nope, everything's good!" Kirishima said hurriedly, his black hair like a mop that drenched the back of him. Mina thought his shirt looked like a pool.

She raised her eyebrow and placed the bar on the nearest rack to her. Mina then stepped over to his side, causing Kirishima to seize up. She studied him, "You're on your last rep, aren't you-"

"YES!" Nobody could resist folding to her when those eyes were locked onto them and Kirishima was no different.

"...Well...come on then."

"What?-"

"Are you just gonna stand there? You got one more, Eiji-Kun, push!"

"M-Mina-Chan?-"

"PUSH!" She ordered, her expression turning to absolute determinism as she stood in front of and looked up at him, her hands balled into fists. "Come on!"

"Okay!" Kirishima felt a second wind spur through him, her cheers empowering him. The dumbbells seemed lighter even. Slowly, strenuously, the seventh rep came with only a slight bit of movement in his body.

"You're not done!" Mina yelled, her hands raising up and down, "NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE, EIJI-KUN! ONE MORE! THERE YOU GO A BIT MORE!"

With great strain and burn, Eijiro finally lifted the dumbbells. He let out a deep breath and sat back on the bench, dropping the weights at the sides of his shoes. "T-Thank you!" He stammered out, "thank you Mina-Chan."

"No probs!" She said gently, switching her mood back to that usual happy spirit with a sweet smile. "Just don't train yourself into complete exhaustion like yesterday and stuff like this won't happen."

"No...promises..."

"Eijiro..." She eyed him darkly.

"Pinky promise."

Iida whirrled his hand up and down like a robot, watching as Izuku 'struggled' on the mat. He'd gotten on top mount and Ochako had taken the opportunity to trap his neck between her thighs. Currently, she was struggling to put his arm into a stress position. They'd all gathered for a little pro training meet up. Yaomomo even rented a bus for those who were eating grilled cheese off a radiator and couldn't afford a drive to Tokyo.

"Wait, hold up!" Denki yelled from where Eijiro was side mounting him, his eyes flashing with desperation, "Midoriya-San, lemme demonstrate how you escape instead!"

"Oh, yeah, I can totally show everyone!" Kirishima said, a gnat flying in one ear and out the other.

"Wait, no, I meant with Ochako-urk!"

"I'll show everyone!" Mineta said hurriedly. He tried running from Tsuyu but her tongue snatched around his leg and he screamed in mortal terror as she pulled him back to her special move, the froggy lair. Otherwise known as a guillotine choke. Oddly enough, Minoru soon seemed happy with the arrangement.

Bakugo and Sero crawled towards Ochako and Izuku, fighting each other along the way. "Lemme show em how it's done!" Katsuki yelled, trying to bend Sero's leg.

"Fuck that!" Sero snapped, escaping the grapple, "I'm the blue belt, asshole!"

"ERGH!"

"Are you okay, Izuku-Kun?" Ochako asked politely, watching his face turn redder than a beet. He gave her a thumbs up.

Mineta glanced up at Jiro who had crossed her arms, awaiting his answer. He had a serene look on his face, "Gee..." he scooted off his desk, his shoes thudding against the floor. "Maybe because they have "bigger' personalities? unlike someone we know-"

A color deemed incomprehensible by Lovecraftian definition painted across Jiro's face, "F-Fuck you Minoru!"

"Aw, but aren't you tryna do that with Denki," he smirked and she retched.

Leaning down, Jiro growled, "You know what I meant you spider monkey lookin ass!"

He held up his arms, "O-Oh what, can't take the hard truth when it affects you but you can say I'm short and ugly and it's peachy?" Mineta crossed his arms.

"That's different you little rat!" Jiro pointed a finger at him along with her jacks. "You deserve it because you're a fucking pervert!"

Mineta pointed at her, "She said while wanting to know what Denki saw in class B's girls. You aren't slick y'know."

Her jacks began to raise, "Neither fuckin are you, bitch! I didn't even ask why, you just started going off!"

His whole body began swaying and Mineta sang, "It was in your head."

She shook her head furiously, "N-No it wasn't."

Mineta spun, "Yeahhh, it was."

She watched him, the gears of wrath turning in her head. "This...this is why no girls like you! Not because of how you look-"

He suddenly made an extremely serious face, giving himself a look all too familiar to a certain ice and fire classmate of theirs, "If I looked like Todoroki you'd be swooning. So would Yaomomo. She literally forced that dude to go on a date."

Jiro opened her mouth, then closed it into a bite on her lip. "...Fuck off."

"Don't blame me," Mineta patted his chest. "Blame Ibara-San for not smacking Denki-Kun around any time he displays remote interest in a girl."

"O-Oh, are you really trying to judge me now? Really?" Her jacks bobbed once more, a consideration of murder flashing in her mind.

"Well lets see," Mineta rubbed under his chin. "What do men like more, a woman who smacks them around with her big evil earjacks, or a woman who bakes them chocolate chip cookies for helping them out-"

"Shut up-"

"And stay with me on this one," Mineta held up a finger, "not smacking them around?"

"Mineta, I am not dressing up in a frilly little dress and making him food. I ain't that kinda girl!"

"Then at least stop poking him."

"I only do that when he's being a perv!"

"The time he asked a girl from another school for her number was him being a pervert?"

"W-"

"Displaying interest in a girl is now perverted?"

"...I hate you so much," Jiro hissed through gritted teeth.

"Stay mad, see what that gets you when Denki moves on."

"Moves on?..." Her face dropped, confusion bubbling through the rage.

"Y-Yeah?" Mineta said, the confusion clear across his face.

"Moves on from what?..."

"A-Are you serious?"

"Duh, what the hell're you-"

"He likes you!"

"...H-He...does?" That took her aback. Her hands came together nervously.

Mineta stared, slightly open mouthed, "...I'm starting to think you might be more dense than Todoroki."

Her eye twitched and Mineta realized that might've been the wrong thing to say a little too late.

Stretching his arms over his head, he yawned, "Well, about time for me to be hittin the ole dusty trail-"

"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! TELL ME EVERYTHING!" Jiro roared as Mineta scampered away with her in close pursuit.

What is this, BakuToru angst? Also this is something I really wish was in the series. Y'know, 1A actually mourning Midnight's death and not just having a happy bath like everything's peachy:

Black trails of eyeliner rolled down her face, mixing neatly with her tears. Toru had a vanilla chocolate ice cream case in her lap that she was currently eating out of, a big spoon in her hand.

She wore a pink teddy bear sweater and was hunched when Bakugo finally entered quietly. Unusual for him. But then again he'd been acting pretty unusual the last couple of days. Only her clothes were visible because she'd chosen to forgo being seen, a rather common trait Toru took to whenever she was this way.

Her head tilted up as the door closed and Toru quickly turned away, the case of ice cream almost flying from her but she caught it in the nick of time. Spoon in the other hand, she laid on her side. "D-Don't you ever knock?" It sounded like she wanted to yell, but had been crying so hard that her voice had whittled down to a hoarse tone.

"...I'm..." He stopped. Bakugo's mouth moved, shifting around as he thought long and hard.

"She saw it happen," Momo said quietly at Midnight's funeral as he and her watched Mina and Ochako consoling Toru who had to speak away as the casket was lowered.

"She did?" Bakugo spoke in the same tone, his hands pressed together reservedly.

"Yes. She was infiltrating the backline. Couldn't do anything about it, there were too many of them..." Momo shook her head.

A few hours later, here he was now.

What can you even say to her?

What do you want to say?

You once called her an extra like you did everyone else.

Bakugo wondered what he would've been like a year ago in this situation, and shuddered at the concept.

He shuddered at himself now.

Maybe he should order Raccoon Ey...ask Ashido to get in here and help.

Bakugo shook his head.

No.

That was fucking pathetic.

She needs someone.

And are you that someone? You, the same boy who barely a year ago told someone you hurt and tormented to end his own life? Toru needs something more than you.

The same boy who pushed aside everyone around him to reach the best of the best? The same boy who on a routine basis tells his classmates to die?

She needs more.

Something stung Bakugo's eyes.

'I know.'

The spear lodging itself in his body.

Shigaraki's smile as it embedded deep within.

Midnight-San...

So many dead.

Dek...Izuku gone.

Kirishima still in critical condition.

He thought of Toru's happy face as they danced together a few months earlier at a new year's gala. Her light giggle as he swept her about, the way her green dress reflected the fireworks, her smile.

He wiped his eyes after making sure she wasn't looking at him. Bakugo then made his way to her bed side and sat next to her.

She didn't say anything, but Toru didn't need to.

He knew.

And she knew.

Bakugo hesitated, his hand outstretching and shivering ever so slightly. Finally, it landed on her shoulder.

Her breathing became less labored after that, her black tears stilling on her face, and she placed the spoon inside the ice cream box, leaving it.

And for the first time ever since he entered UA, Bakugo found himself feeling like someone worthy of being a hero.

What is this, BakuToru angst?

Black trails of eyeliner rolled down her face, mixing neatly with her tears. Toru had a vanilla chocolate ice cream case in her lap that she was currently eating out of, a big spoon in her hand.

She wore a pink teddy bear sweater and was hunched when Bakugo finally entered quietly. Unusual for him. But then again he'd been acting pretty unusual the last couple of days. Only her clothes were visible because she'd chosen to forgo being seen, a rather common trait Toru took to whenever she was this way.

Her head tilted up as the door closed and Toru quickly turned away, the case of ice cream almost flying from her but she caught it in the nick of time. Spoon in the other hand, she laid on her side. "D-Don't you ever knock?" It sounded like she wanted to yell, but had been crying so hard that her voice had whittled down to a hoarse tone.

"...I'm..." He stopped. Bakugo's mouth moved, shifting around as he thought long and hard.

"She saw it happen," Momo said quietly at Midnight's funeral as he and her watched Mina and Ochako consoling Toru who had to speak away as the casket was lowered.

"She did?" Bakugo spoke in the same tone, his hands pressed together reservedly.

"Yes. She was infiltrating the backline. Couldn't do anything about it, there were too many of them..." Momo shook her head.

A few hours later, here he was now.

What can you even say to her?

What do you want to say?

You once called her an extra like you did everyone else.

Bakugo wondered what he would've been like a year ago and shuddered at the concept.

He shuddered at himself now.

Maybe he should order Raccoon Ey...ask Ashido to get in here and help.

Bakugo shook his head.

No.

That was fucking pathetic.

She needs someone.

And are you that someone? You, the same boy who barely a year ago told someone you hurt and tormented to end his own life? Toru needs something more than you.

The same boy who pushed aside everyone around him to reach the best of the best? The same boy who on a routine basis tells his classmates to die?

She needs more.

Something stung Bakugo's eyes.

'I know.'

The spear lodging itself in his body.

Shigaraki's smile as it embedded deep within.

Midnight-San...

So many dead.

Dek...Izuku gone.

Kirishima still in critical condition.

He thought of Toru's happy face as they danced together a few months earlier at a new year's gala. Her light giggle as he swept her about, the way her green dress reflected the fireworks, her smile.

He wiped his eyes after making sure she wasn't looking at him. Bakugo then made his way to her bed side and sat next to her.

She didn't say anything, but Toru didn't need to.

He knew.

And she knew.

Bakugo hesitated, his hand outstretching and shivering ever so slightly. Finally, it landed on her shoulder.

Her breathing became less labored after that, her black tears stilling on her face, and she placed the spoon inside the ice cream box, leaving it.

And for the first time ever since he entered UA, Bakugo found himself feeling like someone worthy of being a hero.

Basically Sero has two hero parents who trained him. It wasn't physical abuse though, more the kind of familial collective expectations that's common in Japan. His parents are in the 200's so he's not exactly like Todoroki but his family is still pretty noteable. Given Sero has the strongest quirk out of all of them, he was kind of destined for hero work.

Thing is, Sero really isn't fit to be a hero personality wise. He's abrasive and a bit of a jerk, more in it for the fact his parents made him do it rather than any other motive. Yet, as he encounters characters who're genuinely heroic, Sero finds himself taking on some of their qualities as seen here:

Eijiro ran a hand through his hair, looking at a bit of a loss for words. Denki had already left, keen to avoid any interaction with the fuming Bakugo.

Yet, as always Kirishima despite everything always reached that hand out. Sero watched him. "Look man, I dunno what you gotta be so upset about. You won, right? Come on, be a little more-"

But Bakugo snapped at him, "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!"

There was no fear on Kirishima's face. Only disappointment. "Really? What's there to gain acting like that? Come on man-"

"You fuckin extras wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Fuck off."

"...Hey Eijiro-Kun," Sero suddenly said, touching his buddy on the shoulder. He turned to him.

"Yeah?" Kirishima was hoping for any solution at this point.

"Get outta here, I'll get him on track."

"...Y-You will?" Even he couldn't hide his disbelief.

Sero took no offense and simply nodded at him. "Trust me."

"Alright man, alright," he stepped to the door and out, only looking back twice over his shoulder. This left Sero and Bakugo to be the only two inside the class.

Silence was all that there was for a moment. But eventually, Sero moved to Bakugo's desk. The latter looked up, his angry breaths audible, "Didn't I tell you to get the-"

"Shut the fuck up, you raging moron."

Sero said it so plainly, Bakugo took a slight bit of time to register everything about what he just said. "The fuck did you-"

Sero placed his palms against his desk, "If you're so goddamn angry about beating Todoroki, why don't you go throw down with All Might? Or is he too weak for the great Dynamite?"

"At least I didn't lose like a bitch!" Bakugo roared, finger pointing at him.

"Ohh, did you see me crying like a bitch about it?"

"FUCK YOU!" Bakugo stood up, his seat smashing into the desk behind him, "you don't know shit about me!"

"Yeah, rich and loving parents, a quirk everyone blows you about, smart at a lot of different things, and you still act like a three year old who just got his binkie taken away. You've had it so hard. You ever consider that maybe Todoroki was upset?"

"What does that-"

"I'm talking."

"Motherfucker-"

"Yeah, I'm pissed about losing that way but it ain't like I'll throw shade at Todoroki for it. The only thing that's really a worry is my dad and mom. But you know what I'm not gonna do? Scream and rage at everyone around me who shows even a slight bit of concern for my well being."

Bakugo twisted his head away, "I didn't ask for your goddamned life story."

"Well you're getting it asshole. Frankly, I'm sick of your constant shit. Eijiro-Kun and Midoriya-San are my buddies and seeing the shit you've done..." Sero had to stop and take a breath, "you piss me off."

That made him turn his head back at him, "So why're you speaking to me, mister I never wanted to be a goddamned hero!? Why don't you fuck off!?"

"Because I wanna be more like them! Maybe you should try it out."

That got Bakugo mad, "I'm me, douchebag! I ain't Deku-"

"I dunno your history with the guy but it doesn't excuse nearly putting him in the fucking hospital."

"Fuck you-"

"Now maybe I was put into being a hero, but you know what? I'm feeling like I didn't get to show anything about myself at the tournament. You wanna step outside the school somewhere quiet? Cause I know a place."

Bakugo stared at him. There was a mixture of disbelief and the usual rage. But as he took in what Sero was offering, something new flickered there too.

Respect. Small and almost insignificant, but respect nonetheless.

"I would beat the fuck outta you," Bakugo said.

"Now's your chance to try it," Sero said, "I ain't letting you stomp all over Denki, Eijiro, or Midoriya anymore cause they're too nice to not let your babbling get to them."

"I-..." Bakugo gritted his teeth, his face shaking, "I would beat the fuck outta you!" He said it louder, like it would be more true if he screamed it.

"Maybe."

"I would!"

"You keep saying that."

"Cause it's true!"

"Then why are you screaming? Why are you so unsure of that? You won the sports festival didn't you? Be happy."

"F-Fuck you!" Bakugo pushed and waded through several desks as he made for the door.

Sero watched him with narrowed eyes, "What, I'm weak aren't I? Come on, you hate me for not being all in with heroship don't you? This is your chance."

"Cause you wanna prove something, and I ain't gonna be a part of it!" Bakugo barked over his shoulder.

"Is that the pot calling the kettle black?"

"SHUT UP!" The door slammed shut behind him.

Sero stood there for a moment, listening to the sound of the guy stomping down the hallway. He let out a breath and a sigh then, saying, "Fuck..."

https://www.reddit.com/r/BokunoheroFanfiction/s/9o9vCNteEH connected to this. Part of this hero Touya fanfic I'm currently writing and a potential quirk awakening for Spinner in him being able to heal people with an emitter factor rather than just a heteromorph one. Also showing Touya get Rei's ice to save him from having weeks to live. Nsfw cause this is showing Touya getting burned:

Train he did. Combos, going to exhaustion, and he even levitated a little by kicking his legs. Dad could straight up launch himself like he was flying although he couldn’t control it too well so Touya wanted to learn that by the time he entered UA.

Yet, no matter what he did the blue flames wouldn’t come.

Nothing seemed to work.

So, Touya pushed harder and harder. By the time he was near complete exhaustion the sun had set well beyond the mountain and the only light the boy had was the flames that he was desperately pushing to become blue again. At least the embers, come on…

“Work, dangit,” Touya grunted. Light orange, then deep orange.

Light orange, then deep orange. Finally, he hit yellow. Keep pushing, keep…

He was starting to really feel the burn. Touya decided to stop quick then, not wanting to risk another mark on him, nor burn off all his clothes.

But they didn’t stop.

He was trying to make them do so, but they wouldn’t stop.

The fire encircled around his arms first.

His eyes went wide.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

He waved them around, then dropped to the ground and started rolling.

The flames caught up to his shoulders.

Stop.

Stop.

It hurts.

It hurts.

“H-HELP!” Touya screamed, his face twisted in agony. “SOMEONE! PLEASE! I-IT HUUURTS!”

The fire kept spreading, soon the ground and foliage around him followed in a great inferno that rapidly spread around the forest. His skin cracking, his nerves combusting, his muscles churning.

Touya did everything he could to stop it. He pressed his arms into the ground, waved them around, and he even tried finding water but the pain was so great that he couldn’t even move.

“HELP ME! MOM! MOOOM!”

His tears evaporated as soon as they formed in his eyes and his form writhed as the flames spread to his torso, his jacket burning off in the blaze.

“MOOOM! NOOO! PLEASE!”

He couldn’t think.

He couldn’t breathe.

It hurt.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Please.

He’d do anything.

He tried kicking his legs up, tried to stand for some reason. The fire only went there too, his body from the neck down completely engulfed.

Everything was fading.

“M-MOM!” He screamed so loud that his voice felt like it was going to burst, “I’M SORRRYYY MAKE IT STOOOP!”

But there was no one there to help him.

Nobody around beyond the animals who quickly flew or scattered away from the oncoming inferno.

He was going to die.

He was going to die without ever getting to tell anyone he was sorry.

He was going to die without ever becoming a hero.

Then there was a new sensation coating Touya.

Cold.

The feeling overtook him, coating his body and the area around him. Touya couldn’t quite tell what was going on because the pain was causing everything to fade, but he thought he was seeing a large pool of something crystalline pouring out from him.

Blackness.

Years ago, he was inside Fuyumi’s nursery, holding his newborn sister in his small arms. Only a year and a little more older than her. Almost nineteen months or so.

Mom and Dad stood with him, watching over their eldest son happily. “You have to protect her,” mom said, “you’re her older brother after all.” Touya glanced up at her, then back down to his new sister.

“Mmm…” Touya grunted, studying his sister all swaddled up in a blanket. He looked curious as he sat on a little cushion with her. His tiny legs were spread at a strange criss cross.

“Is there something wrong?” Dad asked. He knelt and looked gently at his worried son. “Do you…not want to hold her?”

Touya shook his head.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Touya looked at him, “She don’t have any arms…”

“Dad…” Endeavor said.

Touya blinked in confusion. “Dad?”

“DAD! D-Dad I found someone!” A child’s voice cried out.

Someone over him. Someone Touya didn’t recognize. He tried to speak, but nothing came out beyond a small wheeze.

“My god!” another voice, hoarse and raspy screamed out. It was daytime, Touya could tell by the sunlight currently burning his body.

“H-He’s still breathing! Look at his chest!”

“Get back, Shuichi! Get back now!”

“Papa!-”

“We’re going to help him, don’t worry. Grab the water bottles, luke warm only!”

“O-Okay!”

Another figure, one larger than the other, settled over Touya. “It’s okay, buddy. It’s okay,” he said gently. “I can help you.”

“Hurts…bad…” Touya whispered.

“I know son, I know.”

Hands.

They were pressing into his chest.

Touya let out a soft cry.

“Stay with me, it’ll be okay buddy, I promise. My quirk will help, but not a lot. Shuichi-”

“Right here!”

From an au where the League became heroes. I'd need to give a three hour backstory on what happened to Touya so all I'll say is that he awakened Rei's quirk and is the number two hero:

It was a strange way to start the final exam to say the least. Angel Eyes was floating in the air, a circle of blue flames under his boots like a platform. He was pointing his scarred fingers down at the two, jolting them back and forth like a mad man.

"That's...that's your brother?" Momo said unsurely, taking a step back. "The number two hero of Japan?"

"I'm right here!-"

"Unfortunately," Shoto huffed, his hand clenching into a fist.

"Hey! screw you! trying to look cool and mysterious in front of your honey boo boo!?"

Shoto began to think, his forehead crinkling, he looked at Momo, "Despite how he appears, trust me, he's no laughing matter in a fight."

"Keep glazing me!-"

"I've seen his work for myself. He's more than impressive," Momo nodded. Something crossed her eyes, "I'm sure I'll see it in you today, Todoroki-San. I have before."

"Ooh, she's into youuu!-"

"T-Thank you," Shoto murmured. "For the...sake of this exam by the way, you should call me Shoto."

"A first name basis already!? I'm telling Fuyumi you little player!"

"I-I see...it is your hero name..." She said that line like she was reminding herself. "Shoto-Kun..." Momo said hesitantly, "let's do our best-"

"Do your best to get your asses kicked by me!" Touya finally acted, shooting a burst of flames at the two. It was orange, simply a test.

Shoto's ice came around the two in circular construct, providing them a small fort. "Creati! Do you-"

"Yes!" She said sharply. Shoto turned his head then saw that she'd opened her suit's chest and turned away from him and just as quickly as he looked his eyes were back on Touya. Whatever she was making, he could wait to see. Even in the ice his face felt hot.

"Yeaaah!" Angel Eyes yelled, floating closer and shooting more bursts of flames out of his hands, "imma bad guy! Yeah!" He shot one from the side, over the top of his head, "lookit what I can do!" He shot one like a Kamehameha next, then a Fuga, "Oh yeah!"

"What the hell is he doing?" Momo snapped.

"I'm evil, rich girl! Like seriously Shoto you won the lottery! Here comes more fire. One out the butthole!"

"He's always like this..." Shoto sighed, reinforcing the ice.

"I know, like damn Touya should get off your ass. Wait a minute, that's me!"

"I have enough, let's move!" Momo ordered. Shoto nodded and from the fire a bout of flames came rushing towards Touya whose eyes raised.

Not even half a second and a massive wall of ice completely blocked Shoto's fire. It fizzled out against its opposing element, melting halfway through.

"Took you long enough!" Touya called from over the structure. Meanwhile Shoto and Momo both tore down the sidewalk of the false suburb. They turned a corner, each completely amiss at what they just encountered.

"I used to wonder what it would be like to have siblings," Momo said, a mass amount of rope in her hands. "Now, I'm not so sure I'd want a brother."

"You don't, trust me," Shoto said, familiar to the concept.

"Mm, maybe," Momo huffed, "come on...doodykins."

"What?"

"Nothing."

From an au where the League became heroes. I'd need to give a three hour backstory on what happened to Touya so all I'll say is that he awakened Rei's quirk and is the number two hero:

It was a strange way to start the final exam to say the least. Angel Eyes was floating in the air, a circle of blue flames under his boots like a platform. He was pointing his scarred fingers down at the two, jolting them back and forth like a mad man.

"That's...that's your brother?" Momo said unsurely, taking a step back. "The number two hero of Japan?"

"I'm right here!-"

"Unfortunately," Shoto huffed, his hand clenching into a fist.

"Hey! screw you! trying to look cool and mysterious in front of your honey boo boo!?"

Shoto began to think, his forehead crinkling, he looked at Momo, "Despite how he appears, trust me, he's no laughing matter in a fight."

"Keep glazing me!-"

"I've seen his work for myself. He's more than impressive," Momo nodded. Something crossed her eyes, "I'm sure I'll see it in you today, Todoroki-San. I have before."

"Ooh, she's into youuu!-"

"T-Thank you," Shoto murmured. "For the...sake of this exam by the way, you should call me Shoto."

"A first name basis already!? I'm telling Fuyumi you little player!"

"I-I see...it is your hero name..." She said that line like she was reminding herself. "Shoto-Kun..." Momo said hesitantly, "let's do our best-"

"Do your best to get your asses kicked by me!" Touya finally acted, shooting a burst of flames at the two. It was orange, simply a test.

Shoto's ice came around the two in circular construct, providing them a small fort. "Creati! Do you-"

"Yes!" She said sharply. Shoto turned his head then saw that she'd opened her suit's chest and turned away from him and just as quickly as he looked his eyes were back on Touya. Whatever she was making, he could wait to see. Even in the ice his face felt hot.

"Yeaaah!" Angel Eyes yelled, floating closer and shooting more bursts of flames out of his hands, "imma bad guy! Yeah!" He shot one from the side, over the top of his head, "lookit what I can do!" He shot one like a Kamehameha next, then a Fuga, "Oh yeah!"

"What the hell is he doing?" Momo snapped.

"I'm evil, rich girl! Like seriously Shoto you won the lottery! Here comes more fire. One out the butthole!"

"He's always like this..." Shoto sighed, reinforcing the ice.

"I know, like damn Touya should get off your ass. Wait a minute, that's me!"

"I have enough, let's move!" Momo ordered. Shoto nodded and from the fire a bout of flames came rushing towards Touya whose eyes raised.

Not even half a second and a massive wall of ice completely blocked Shoto's fire. It fizzled out against its opposing element, melting halfway through.

"Took you long enough!" Touya called from over the structure. Meanwhile Shoto and Momo both tore down the sidewalk of the false suburb. They turned a corner, each completely amiss at what they just encountered.

"I used to wonder what it would be like to have siblings," Momo said, a mass amount of rope in her hands. "Now, I'm not so sure I'd want a brother."

"You don't, trust me," Shoto said, familiar to the concept.

"Mm, maybe," Momo huffed, "come on...doodykins."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Yeah this is cynical, I know. It's based off how Kotor 2 was and the Republic slowly falling apart due to Kotor 1:

As it turns out All For One being the big bad evil guy behind everything bad in the world doesn't ring true on a realism basis. He destroyed the economy and fucked with various countries. For example America gets involved in yet another war with the Middle East because they swore allegiance to AFO thinking he'd win.

The world economy is in the utter toilet due to the destruction across Japan and resulting wars that go down. Oil prices and their petro dollar especially are affected by blockaids and the increased cost of killing a bunch of people.

Spinner releases his book to a highly controversial response. Some people call him based and some people call him a sociopath. It resonates with the youth of Japan and the world while the older generation dismisses it. This leads to a heteromorph protest organization being developed called the Sons of Spinner.

Izuku is extremely depressed after giving up One For All, not because he lost the power necessarily but because he only used the power to kill and not save Shigaraki nor did he turn OFA into a power to save beyond that. In the end, he barely got to talk with Tenko beyond seeing his backstory and he blames himself heavily for it. For a time after graduation he travels the world seeing the impact everything had (no he doesn't become a teacher) eventually he returns to Japan under a different name.

Ochako tries to break into the quirk counseling scene for reforms but quickly finds that changing cultural ideations and the counseling already set in stone is like trying to roll a boulder up a mountain. She's fraught with anger and grief over Toga giving up her own life to save her and quickly falls into an immense depression that causes her to give up after years of trying realizing that one person can't make a change over an entire society.

Bakugo finds out that due to the damage his heart sustained he'll only be able to perform as a hero for a few hours a day. This has a horrific impact on him, but despite that after getting advice from Kirishima he sets out to find more to life.

Shoto is at the bottom of the barrel as the name Todoroki quickly becomes associated with a mass murderer who was partially responsible for killing thousands. Despite this he keeps trying to be a hero with his own name. But being shouted at for having a murderous brother almost every day takes a heavy toll on him.

UA as a whole is shut down. Hero schools in general have their funding cut by the government due to the many scandals outing heroes as not the greatest of people. Most 1-A students do finish their education at other schools but the magic that was once between all them after everything they've been through is basically gone.

Hawks is similar to Uraraka in that he becomes the president of the public safety commission, but also finds that one man cannot change an entire system of government that's been corrupted to do things as heinous as grooming elementary age children into child soldiers. After years of struggle to make even the most basic of changes (dropping the ranking system was considered a massive win), he suddenly resigns and drops off the face of the earth. He was last seen with some purple haired lady who had a ton of scars all over herself somewhere in Honolulu Hawaii.

Hero society as a whole quickly becomes unappealing. Some people call their existence into question even though this opinion goes away as organized crime rises again and with a vengeance. Many heroes quit, but in an odd way there is a benefit through the negativity. This has corralled those who genuinely want to do good into hero society because the only real benefit beyond the pay is just saving people. Though, it's minor at best and there are still so-called heroes who find a way to exploit the system to their benefit.

Japan as a society is uprooted. The new generation has begun to hate heroes, seeing them now as just super cops. Though, they also become more extreme against villains and people with villain quirks. Despite Izuku, Ochako, and Shoto's best efforts the country becomes even more scared of those with differences.

All this to say that the world was heavily affected by the final war and it'll take years before any real progress is made. One person trying to make a change without the power of One For All is unfortunately not feasible.

I would post the full argument between her and Touya but it's unrelated to the prompt and I'd have to heavily censor what Touya's actually saying to his family here more than I already have although you could probably guess where I've changed lines. Also, it should be noted Shoto only knows something is wrong with Rei but not her issues. Also, also context is that Rei and Touya are arguing about him training after Fuyumi and Natsuo told on him when they saw he had burns on his arm:

Before Rei could respond, another voice spoke, “Mama?” more shuffling, the sound of a tiny voice. Then the small face of his little brother turning the corner from his bedroom, his white and red hair was almost perfectly parted. He was rubbing his eyes sleepily. “T-Touya-Ni?”

Something like hot lava poured into Touya again and the anger was reignited. “Oh, great.”

“S-Shoto honey,” Rei said softly, a false smile forming across her face as she knelt slightly. “Go lay down, mama and Touya are just talking.”

“...I…” Shoto looked at Touya, “I thought papa was…being mean to you again.”

“No honey, not at all-”

“Do I sound like dad to you, dumbass?” Touya snapped finally, unable to keep it in. He didn’t quite care anymore about holding back anymore.

“Touya!” Rei’s head shot over at him, “don’t talk to him like that!”

“A-Are you being mean?” Shoto asked quietly, his head bowing.

“Are you an idiot?” Touya asked genuinely in the same tone of voice Shoto had taken. “Mom, is he an idiot?” he looked at his shocked mother.

Shoto stared, unsure as to what that actually meant. Mom’s eyes were wide open, her hands trembling as she processed what her son had said.

“H-How can you say something like that? He’s your little brother!”

“What does idiot mean?” Shoto asked.

“D-Don’t say that it’s a bad word!” Rei said, looking between both sons desperately.

Fuyumi and Natsuo were coming down the hall now from around the living room. Normally, when an argument didn’t involve them they hid away, but it was fairly obvious they’d heard everything and enough judging by the looks on their faces. Good, Touya only wished dad was here. If nobody would pay him mind beyond treating him like crap, then he’d give them a reason to.

“Oh, look who it is, the tattletales,” Touya huffed. Natsuo took a trembling Shoto up into his arms and held his baby brother soothingly, just as scared as him but old enough to do something.

“Touya-Ni, stop this!” Fuyumi sharply said to him, a finger pointed at his face, “you’re only making things worse!” By this point their mother was out of the conversation, huddled quietly against the corner of Touya’s room. The bags under her eyes were never so obvious.

“Did you all seriously come to just gang up on me?” Touya outstretched his arms as he shot back at Fuyumi, “Why don’t you tell mom about your heteromorph boyfriend?”

“He isn’t my…” Fuyumi sucked in air, “does that make you feel strong? Like you have to be mean and cruel in order to feel-” Touya started making hand motions that mimic’d his sister's speech which she instantly noticed, “stop that, freaking jerk!”

“What are you gonna do, send me to my room? I’m already here!” He smiled and pointed a thumb back into his humble abode.

“Touya, stop!” Natsuo hissed, “why are you being so mean?” He held Shoto soothingly. The way he held him, the way his face looked, he looked almost like dad in that moment. He looked like dad holding Shoto.

He looked like dad holding Shoto.

Touya’s blood boiled.

“Man, shut up!” Touya shouted. “All of you are a drag on me-”

“W-Well,” Fuyumi stuttered, “all you are is a drag on us!” His two siblings had taken their mothers position, who herself was muttering for her children to stop. Still in the corner of Touya’s room.

It was a quiet mousey beg. “Please…stop…stop…” Mom brought her hands to her ears. No one noticed her. Besides Shoto who began reaching his hands out at her, making small worried babbles like a tiny animal.

“You don’t even know what that means, fool,” Touya turned, walking to the nearby closet to grab himself a coat. “You’re just mad I’ll beat All Might one day.”

“What are you talking about?” Natsuo snapped, “you say crap like that all the time, but what does it even mean? Shoto stop strugglin.”

Part two to this, basically it's an idea for a hero Dabi: https://www.reddit.com/r/BokunoheroFanfiction/s/NXXqXmAKFG basically Touya awakens Rei's quirk at Sekoto and his burns aren't as bad as him having a few weeks to live.

He's taken in by a really small village or camp of people on hard times where he basically gets a whole arc for a year about learning to be a hero for the right reasons especially when a band of villains try making the place their hideout and he fights them. He goes all the way to the city with the leader, beating him in front of a massive audience leading to this:

"HE'S STILL STANDING!" The reporter repeated, her voice shrill over the roaring crowd. Cameras flashing, people crying his name, Touya stood there with his fist raised high into the air.

"He's just a kid, no older than my daughter!"

"He lit up the sky l-like a bomb, did you see that? It was blue!"

"H-He has the face of an angel, but the body of a devil. What happened to him!?"

He stared out at them, his half open eyes seeing them clearly even now. Burns and injuries lined his body, without mom's quirk it would've been worse.

All he wanted at first was for this victory to make up for the things he'd said, the things he'd done to his family.

"Shoto..." He whispered. The memory from years ago played back in his head on a loop. His hand raised, desperate to injure his infant brother, the same limb now desperate to hold him in his arms and tell him that he loved him.

Yet, as he stood there, watching them, listening to their cries of adoration, Touya found a new feeling filling his gut.

It was the same one he felt whenever dad or mom lectured or got onto him for training or acting out, but it was different too.

He felt better.

Good even, despite his injuries.

Seen.

Heard.

They saw him.

They saw him.

Wasn't that all he ever wanted?

So, why did that black tar remain within his core? That guilt eating at him?

He knew why.

He hadn't said sorry yet.

Not to any of them: Mom, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and...

"SHOTOOO!" Touya screamed suddenly, drawing the crowds confused gazes. He knew they would be recording, knew his family had to be watching by this point. He hoped the cameras were pointed at him, because he could barely stand much less speak clearly.

Touya stared out at his audience, searching, seeking, and he spotted phones easy. But it was the cameras he looked for. It didn't take a long survey of the crowd to see them. He thought he spotted that reporter who was screaming about him standing even.

He'd had played out this fantasy in his head during the weeks of suffering he'd gone through, over and over like a VHS tape.

Yet, he couldn't stop the tears from coming, couldn't even shout properly. His mouth opening, he croaked out, "I'm...sorry..."

That was all he was able to say before falling to his knees.

He thought that if he died, at least he apologized to Shoto.

Would that be enough?

He hoped so.

Please.

Faintly, as Touya glanced up to the sky he thought he saw something orange burning in the far distance.

Endeavor, flying as fast as possible to see him.

He really did wish he could see his father, but Touya's eyes were already shutting.

Kinta is Mustard, from a hero au where Mustard and Toga are sidekicks to Touya:

"What?" Kinta looked up from the report he was typing with a frown. Himiko bounced up and down on her heels and toes as he and Touya looked towards her.

"I could use someone to help around the office," Touya said, rubbing under his chin.

"He'd be a butler to you," Himiko suddenly added. Stopping her little dance, she pointed a thumb at herself and smiled with a cheeky grin, "but to me he'd be known as the slutler!"

"W-WHAT!?" Kinta protested, his voice raising an octave. He stood, hands on the desk.

Himiko stuck her tongue out, her eyes narrowing at him, "If you know what I mean~"

"You disgusting ass-"

"Slutler, bring me my teaaa!" Himiko squeaked, her hip cocking as she brought her hand to her mouth and pretended to be calling him from far away.

"I'm not a goddamned slutler! What the fuck does that even mean!?"

"You tell me, slutler," Touya murmured, taking over where Kinta left off on the report.

Kinta's head jerked around at him, "Really!?"

"Slutler, it's time to butter the scones!" Himiko squealed.

"Shaddup!" Kinta's face turned a deep shade of red as he turned back to her. "Why are you like this!?"

"I should get a little bell, ding ding, slutleeer!"

"The worst part is that he'd probably listen," Touya said. "Simp."

"Simp!?" Kinta grabbed his head in frustration, "blow me, you...you..."

"Tell me how you really feel," Touya said, not even looking at him.

"Ass!"

"He's so maaad," Himiko sang, starting her little dance.

"Because you jackasses treat me like this every single day!" Kinta roared. "I don't come in here to be treated like I'm a piece of shit, I come here to do hero work!" He shot serious glances at the both of them. Touya still wasn't looking up.

"...Okay, that was kinda sexy," Himiko commented.

"...Real fuckin funny."

"I'm serious."

"No you're not."

"I am."

Touya finally leaned back in his chair and looked up at the two, "For the love of god, there's a hotel where you two can work out your issues down the street."

"We're not flirting!" Kinta shouted, "why are you even in an area with something like that this close?"

"Puritan over here."

"I-I'm not, I'm just saying-"

"Quiet, slutler," Himiko ordered.

"AUGH!"

Inspired by that Spider Man scene where he lifts a massive thing. It's actually pretty common. For context Mina got knocked unconscious while the kids were operating inside Mexico and they're currently inside a collapsing cave system with a bunch of civilians:

He heard it before it dropped. The people could’ve been crushed under it, nearly all of them save those in the back and front.

A huge slab of rock fell in from the roof of the cavern, nearly fifty tons in weight. A massive uneven thing. Edges fractured from the ceiling. Angled, almost crushing down the entire tunnel. Dust clouds and debris fell with it and wooden beams sat jutted out and broken like snapped bones.

There were two groups of villagers now, one at the side of the flames, screaming as they watched it move in, then the other side where mothers screamed for children left behind.

And who was keeping that rock from completely collapsing?

Red Riot.

He’d shoved several people forward, taking the full brunt of the rock. An overwhelming weight pinning him by the back and shoulders to the ground, his hands coming up to grab the stone. Mina's unconscious form slipped from his shoulders. She was under him. No, no, she would be crushed.

He listened to their cries as he struggled to keep himself up. Some of the villagers went in, trying to dig through the rock or ground to help him or their family, but it was pointless.

Children cried, screaming out in terror. Elders stumbled, needing support from younger adults as the smoke of the flames began getting to them. “Dios mio!” a man cried, seeing the crouched Eijiro and prone Mina under the slab.

His legs were trembling. He felt his ribcage creaking. Blood ran into his eyes. The dust and smoke choked him. Eijiro was almost on his knees by this point but he had to keep pushing all the same. He would not let them die. He would not let them die. He would not let her die.

He saw them. Their faces. Looks of horror. Looks of shock.

“You can do this…” Eijiro growled.

These people were relying on him.

These people needed his help.

Like All Might.

Like Crimson Riot.

Do it for her, do it for Ashido-Chan.

“Doesn’t…matter…t-time…” he groaned, slowly rising. “Or…p-place…i-if I hear you call m-my name…”

His unbreakable was gone from him by this point, but his eyes remained glowing. Steam rushed out of his mouth with every harsh breath. “K-Know that…e-everything will be okay…with a smile on m-my face I-I will face t-that darkest d-day. T-They…r-rely…o-on…me…when i-it all needs…s-saved!”

But the rock would not give. It would not budge. Every passing second was agony on his body. His fingers scrabbled for grip on the rock, his arms shook violently, his breaths were slow and came little, his form began to shape back between his normal and hardened states from the strain.

Was he going to fail here?

To fail on his oath of chivalrous manliness and allow these people to die?

To be that same boy who watched Mina defend others while he watched?

To die?

To allow Ashido to die?

“Ayudame!” a small girl screamed, her mother at the other side of the rock. Desperately clawing at the ground as tears flooded her face. Mina stirred, a soft breath escaping her unmoving form.

No.

He could do this.

Don’t give up. Never give up. Even if it hurts like hell.

He was done standing by, done being a coward, done not believing in himself.

Within him was the strength of many men and women.

His friends.

His family.

Their strength.

Mina, Denki, Sero, Minoru, and even Bakugo.

They were with him, pushing him to be at his strongest. Pushing him to be the man he needed to be in order to save these people. And now he would call on the strength they gave him. If he didn’t try, he didn’t deserve it.

He wouldn’t give up again, he wouldn’t sit by again. No matter the cost. No matter the odds. He could feel the fire at his back, and Eijiro knew he had to act now.

Eijiro wedged his shoulders under the stone, but it nearly crushed him. Keep trying. Keep trying.

He pushed, nothing happened. He fell further, the slab grinding downwards another inch. Dust rained over him in choking clouds. The villagers screamed, they screamed for their family, they screamed for him to get out.

But then he saw Mina.

“I based it off your unbreakable, Kirishima!"

"You've become so strong, bro!"

"You really are my hero, y'know?"

He did this in her name.

He did this in Mina's name.

He did this in the names of all those who believed in him.

He wouldn't stand by ever again.

He wouldn't be a coward anymore.

His breath changed.

His eyes went wide, the blood trickling out of his tear ducts. His hardened form came once more, glowing with heat. The rock shifted slightly, villagers gasping.

His muscles swelled.

His cracks glowed orange.

Steam vented from his mouth.

His teeth gritted so hard they nearly chipped.

As he stood up, Eijiro screamed, letting out all his fear, all his anger, all his self doubt, he took those emotions by the hair and he threw them. The rock rose inches, then feet, and the villagers on the side of the approaching flames were able to slip under as the flames nearly reached their backs.

He didn’t let go until he was certain that every one of them had passed through, then he stood further, throwing the rock back which toppled over and smashed into the ground causing the cavern to shake and the people to scream out in fear and awe, ensuring the fire would not follow. He collapsed forward on his knees, half-conscious. Ashido was next to him.

Wide eyes.

Parted lips.

Children stared at him in amazement, parents held them close, staring with a grace that couldn’t be spoken.

None had seen a hero until that day.

Some didn’t even believe in them.

A woman dropped to her knees, hands over her mouth as she reached out and touched his face like a soothing mother. A choked sob escaped her, the gravity of what he'd done for them all bore on her face.

“Dios…santo Dios…” an old man murmured softly. Utter disbelief crossing his expression.

Then a child, always a child. He came in and hugged Eijiro around the waist, “Gracias h-héroe,” he said, tears streaming down his dark face.

Slowly, Eijiro placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. A small smile came down at the child in response, “De nada."

Then another hand.

Mina's.

Her eyes were halfway open and her hand was on his. He looked back, eyes wide, "Ashido-Chan-"

She gave him as best a smile as she could manage, "Proud...of you."

His mouth opened. He felt true power then. Kirishima smiled wider and nodded.

Precursor to another prompt I wanna make where Hawks as a child somehow visited the Todoroki's as a kid and met Fuyumi then did the whole window visit thing with her like in a Disney movie. He would still be under the HPSC control obviously but I'm sure he could slip out on occasion. For a little context Touya is 13, Fuyumi is 12, and Natsuo is 9:

“Gimme that thing!” Natsuo yelled, his small hands grabbing for a navy blue book in Fuyumi’s hand as Touya slid the front door to the house open. The two were in the hallway, wrestling each other like gladiators in a Roman colosseum. They were both smaller than Touya and similar in height and weight, so if he was joining in he would have the advantage.

Fuyumi had a white haired bob with red highlights that were currently joustling around as she wrestled Natsuo. He himself looked the most like Touya, sharing eyes and hair but the latter was a little shorter than his older brothers.

“M-Mom!” Fuyumi squeaked, her little form tugging, “Natsuo is…is-” she then saw Touya walking in, “Touya-Ni, help!”

For whatever reason, Touya always felt compelled to assist his little sister whenever she took that squeaking tone. Even if regrettably. “Get offa her, Natsuo-Kun,” he took his younger brother by the shoulders and separated the two.

“Frick!” Natsuo whined. He looked pleadingly up at Touya, “Come on! She’s writin about a boy in there!”

“It’s her diary?” Touya raised an eyebrow, then glanced at her. Fuyumi hunched, the book close to her chest. She looked almost like a mouse. “Gimme!”

Fuyumi tried to turn and run, but her brothers were quicker and dogpiled her before she could blink. Fuyumi did her trademark mouse squeal once more, “Ahh! Mama, help!”

“Spill them secrets, little one!” Touya ordered, trying to get past the intense defensive maneuver Fuyumi was employing known as the armadillo ball.

“Grab her legs Touya-Kun, I’ll grab her arms!” Natsuo commanded. “The boys got red wings like a hawk, that’s all we know so far!”

“Bird lover!” Touya announced like the town crier. The boys maneuvered into their set positions. "What's his name!? Does he go to school with us!? Have you two...KISSED!?"

"NOOO!" Fuyumi cried, struggling against her tormenters, she called for her mother once more. "Stoooop-uh!"

"Is he your boyfriend!?" Natsuo asked, managing to wrestle her arms out but not lifting her just yet.

"N-No!' Fuyumi sputtered, her face as red as the highlights in her hair.

"I got her legs!" Touya called, his palms around Fuyumi's ankles.

"Lift, Touya-Ni!" Natsuo ordered like the foreman at a construction site.

They did so and began shaking their sister up and down in order to make her drop that book. Fuyumi yelled out for her mother once more.

Until Natsuo saw in their shaking, Touya's forearm. The burn just barely peaked out from his sleeve. He stopped, "Wuh...Touya-Ni?"

Touya went on for a moment before he saw Natsuo's face. Fuyumi managed to scramble out of their grips in that moment, and she stood ready to slap them both, but when she saw her eldest brother's arm she in turn stared concernedly with her younger brother.

"What?" Touya asked. Then he realized his sleeve was down and quickly covered it, "Nothin, j-just a scratch. Where is mom anyway?-"

"That's a burn, Touya-Ni," Fuyumi said matter of factly, her eyes bobbing suspiciously from his arm to him.

Takes place when Touya's 13, Fuyumi's 12, and Natsuo's 9:

“Gimme that thing!” Natsuo yelled, his small hands grabbing for a navy blue book in Fuyumi’s hand as Touya slid the front door to the house open. The two were in the hallway, wrestling each other like gladiators in a Roman colosseum. They were both smaller than Touya and similar in height and weight, so if he was joining in he would have the advantage.

Fuyumi had a white haired bob with red highlights that were currently joustling around as she wrestled Natsuo. He himself looked the most like Touya, sharing eyes and hair but the latter was a little shorter than his older brothers.

“M-Mom!” Fuyumi squeaked, her little form tugging, “Natsuo is…is-” she then saw Touya walking in, “Touya-Ni, help!”

For whatever reason, Touya always felt compelled to assist his little sister whenever she took that squeaking tone. Even if regrettably. “Get offa her, Natsuo-Kun,” he took his younger brother by the shoulders and separated the two.

“Frick!” Natsuo whined. He looked pleadingly up at Touya, “Come on! She’s writin about a boy in there!”

“It’s her diary?” Touya raised an eyebrow, then glanced at her. Fuyumi hunched, the book close to her chest. She looked almost like a mouse. “Gimme!”

Fuyumi tried to turn and run, but her brothers were quicker and dogpiled her before she could blink. Fuyumi did her trademark mouse squeal once more, “Ahh! Mama, help!”

“Spill them secrets, little one!” Touya ordered, trying to get past the intense defensive maneuver Fuyumi was employing known as the armadillo ball.

“Grab her legs Touya-Kun, I’ll grab her arms!” Natsuo commanded. “The boys got red wings like a hawk, that’s all we know so far!”

“Bird lover!” Touya announced like the town crier. The boys maneuvered into their set positions. "What's his name!? Does he go to school with us!? Have you two...KISSED!?"

"NOOO!" Fuyumi cried, struggling against her tormenters, she called for her mother once more. "Stoooop-uh!"

"Is he your boyfriend!?" Natsuo asked, managing to wrestle her arms out but not lifting her just yet.

"N-No!' Fuyumi sputtered, her face as red as the highlights in her hair.

"I got her legs!" Touya called, his palms around Fuyumi's ankles.

"Lift, Touya-Ni!" Natsuo ordered like the foreman at a construction site.

They did so and began shaking their sister up and down in order to make her drop that book. Fuyumi yelled out for her mother once more.

Until Natsuo saw in their shaking, Touya's forearm. The burn just barely peaked out from his sleeve. He stopped, "Wuh...Touya-Ni?"

Touya went on for a moment before he saw Natsuo's face. Fuyumi managed to scramble out of their grips in that moment, and she stood ready to slap them both, but when she saw her eldest brother's arm she in turn stared concernedly with her younger brother.

"What?" Touya asked. Then he realized his sleeve was down and quickly covered it, "Nothin, j-just a scratch. Where is mom anyway?-"

"That's a burn, Touya-Ni," Fuyumi said matter of factly, her eyes bobbing suspiciously from his arm to him.