Shoto closed the door to his dorm room behind him with a tired sigh, far more expressive than the stoic boy normally was, but fucking shit it had been a trying night. He craned his neck over his shoulder to look down at his little (from now on anyways) brother, turquoise eyes puffy and bloodshot from hearing answers to questions he barely understood.

I was an adult?

You're my brother?

Mother is in the hospital?

I... I was a villain?

It was too much information and not nearly enough all at the same time, and Touya had been inconsolable throughout. Shoto was a private person and had divulged as little information as Aizawa-sensei would allow, but the faculty of U.A. and police now knew his family was the product of a Quirk marriage designed to produce powerful offspring. They could discern that it was not a happy marriage, but Shoto had remained tight-lipped on any further details. He had his support circle- well, Midoriya at least, his bastard of a father was attempting to atone (if Bakugo could change, then anyone could), and it wasn't anyone's business to be frank. Getting involved now wouldn't change the past, and after Shoto had asserted that Endeavor was not the one who burned the left side of his face, the faculty had begrudgingly let it be. He had put his foot down when Naomasa had attempted to take Touya to the station for further questioning. His brother was tired, upset, and had his world turned upside down in more than one way and would be staying with him in the dorms where it was safe until morning. Touya had clung to him like glue once he discovered their relation and had been obviously relieved when Shoto had stepped in to take responsibility. No one had been willing to fight the (literally) smoldering teen on matter, and as Touya's relative they didn't have much room to argue.

"Shoto-nii." His brother looked so small, tired and broken. "I'm a bad person."

It wasn't a question. Shit. Shoto crouched down to hold Touya against him. He was warm- too warm and he instinctively clung closer to Shoto's right side. "You were lost," Shoto whispered, surprised at how much he sounded like their mother when she would comfort him after a harsh training session with their father.

She doesn't like the way I look.

Touya looked more like Endeavor than any of the Todoroki children and very likely didn't get the comfort from their mother that Shoto had received. He felt a sharp pang of sadness at the thought. "We found you, it'll be okay. You'll never be alone again."

Touya clung even tighter to his brother and Shoto took the opportunity to lift the child up and walk over to his bed. They had a long day ahead of them tomorrow- Fuyumi, Natsuo, and... Father were to be informed about Touya first thing in the morning. Shoto never had much interaction with his siblings prior to U.A., but he did know the three of them were close as Natsuo was still bitter about Touya's estrangement and blamed their father. Just what exactly had happened?

Shoto flicked the lights off before climbing into bed, Touya tucked to his right side and he pulled the covers up before holding his brother close. He ruffled the spiky crimson hair on the side of his chest affectionately, waiting until Touya's breathing evened out in the deep thralls of slumber. Everything could wait until the morning.


"Shoto-nii, I had an accident."

Almost everything. Four thirty a.m. was technically the morning, wasn't it? With a groan, Shoto dragged himself out of bed. It was no secret among Class 1A that Shoto Todoroki enjoyed his sleep- on the bus, in the common room, early in the night, late in the morning. Whenever he could sleep- he did, but some things were worth losing rest over. Removing the stench of fresh urine was one of them. Touya was already up, staring down at his feet with a guilty expression that the older Todoroki brother could see even in the dark of pre-dusk.

"Don't worry about it," Shoto said in his usual monotone. "I normally shower first thing in the morning, and I needed to do laundry anyway." He didn't, but Touya didn't need to feel any worse than waking up in his own piss must have felt. Shoto crinkled his nose at the mild smell but purpose avoided looking directly at his brother to save him the embarrassment of witnessing the wet spot on his crotch. Throwing two towels along with a change of clothes and a spare shirt so Touya would have something to wear under his left arm, Shoto took his brother's hand with his right and led him down the hallway and the stairs to the dorm bathroom. Thankfully, the hallway was empty; the only student known to be up so early was Midoriya and he was most likely still asleep after the night's incident. Finding the men' shower room unoccupied, Shoto stripped Touya of the onesie gifted by Yaoyorozu before shucking his clothes as well. They would have to ask for another until he could provide a full wardrobe for the youngest Todoroki, but in the meantime they would make do.

He was pleased to find out Touya liked the water lukewarm as well, although he had a hunch it was due to his abnormally high body temperature. He felt feverish as Shoto lathered his hair and figured a trip to see Recovery Girl as a precaution was on the agenda regardless since it wasn't every day that someone was stripped of a decade and a half of their life. Once Touya was clean and dried, Shoto dressed himself in casual attire and his brother in a plain gray T shirt ten years too large for him (he was six when asked). A few improvised knots made it look like a sloppy gray toga, but it would at least keep the child's modesty intact until they had clothes that would fit. Picking his brother up in his right arm and the dirty laundry under his left, Shoto trudged to the laundry room before tossing the articles into the machine and setting it to wash. If Touya noticed that the load only included the clothes that were on their backs, he didn't mention it. Checking the time, he groaned as the clock seemed to taunt him at 5:15 a.m. and frowned at his little brother's attire. He really did look silly, and Touya deserved better after the shitshow that went down last night. Screw it, she'll forgive him for this; it's for a good cause.

Two flights of stairs and several twists and turns- three to be exact- later, and Shoto found himself knocking gently on the front door of a dorm on the girl's side. After waiting a few seconds, he contemplated sitting by the washing machine with Touya and trying his luck drying their laundry by fire until his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door latch unlocking.

Momo Yaoyorozu opened the door wearing her casual clothes, hair down and blinking the last dredges of sleep from her eyes when her gaze landed on the younger Todoroki brother. Grey eyes wide in surprise, she gasped and whispered harshly. "Todoroki-san! What is the meaning of-"

"He's my brother," Shoto interrupted flatly. Yaoyorozu's high-class training apparently wasn't enough to override instinct as she gaped openly at the new information. "I'll explain."

Yaoyorozu stepped aside in invitation, allowing the Todoroki brothers inside before closing the door. Touya blinked in surprise and wonder at the enormous luxury bed that encompassed most of the room. "I trust you, Todoroki-san, but I'd like a proper explanation. I think I deserve that much at the very least."

Shoto tensed for a bit, realizing the pandora's box he was about to open. She was right, and he would owe her for the clothes, but he wasn't a fan of… talking. Granted, he had given more information to Midoriya when he only viewed him as a rival, an obstacle to overcome with half his power, and he and Yaoyorozu were much closer than he and Midoriya had been at the time. He supposed it was only fair. He looked to his right at the child hoisted by his right arm. "This is Touya Todoroki." Touya squeaked and hugged himself closer to Shoto's chest, peeking at Yaoyorozu through the corner of his eye. She reached over to ruffle his scarlet hair, smiling as Touya relaxed into her touch. Yaoyorozu's gaze tilted up, a silent request for more information.

"Our father, Endeavor used his power and influence to arrange a Quirk marriage with our mother. He wanted to produce a powerful offspring who could balance their body temperature, since his power is limited to how much excess heat his body can take." Shoto tried not to flinch at Momo's horrified gasp, her eyes widening in understanding.

"His scars as Dabi…" Now that was something he hadn't thought through. Leave it to Yaoyorozu to think outside the box. Eyes wide in poorly concealed horror, he looked down at Touya to see turquoise eyes focused on the scar over his left eye.

"Shoto-nii, does your Quirk hurt you too?" Shit, Recovery Girl was a mandatory visit, no questions asked. He'd stop by the support department too, whatever schedule his family had be damned. The look on Yaoyorozu's face made it clear that she was probably thinking something similar.

"No, I was his fourth and final attempt to create the create a child who could regulate body temperature. It was… successful." He grit out. That part was always vile on his tongue, no matter how long he had to accept the reality of it. Shoto noticed Touya visibly deflate and brought his left hand up to hug the child closer. "Touya was either his first or second; I don't actually know how old he was compared to my sister. I was separated from my siblings once my Quirk appeared and my father focused all his attention into training me."

"Todoroki-san…" She sounded so sad, so heartbroken, but he didn't want her to look at him- at them like that. Like they were broken things to be pitied and treated like glass.

"It wasn't an easy childhood, but I know Touya must have had it worse." He needed to rip the metaphorical bandage off this one. "Much worse. My scar came from when Mother went insane and threw boiling water at me because she thought my left side looked like Endeavor."

"And Touya-chan looks more like your father than you do," Yaoyorozu whispered, voice watery and eyes glossy with the beginning signs of tears. "I can't even imagine how horrible it must have been. It's a testimony to your character that you're our most qualified student."

"That's because Shoto-nii is perfect," Touya said somberly. Shoto could feel the dampness in his shirt where tears absorbed. "He's not a failure."

"According to the provisional licensing exam, I am," Shoto countered. "Bakugo, our other top student and I failed because we let our egos get in the way of what really mattered. Nobody is perfect, Touya." He pulled back and wiped the tears from Touya's eyes with his thumb. "And you're not a failure."

"But I became a villain." Fuck. What was he supposed to say to that? His heart clenched as he could see Touya's eyes watering once again.

"Heroes and villains are two sides of the same coin, and you never had anyone to show you how to land on the right side," Yaoyorozu countered. Bless her, Touya was listening intently. "Now you have people who care about you and can lead you down the right path."

The little redhead was silent for a moment, processing Momo's spin on his situation. Touya looked up to his brother with a watery smile and Shoto's heart clenched at the pure sweetness of it. He could never understand how anyone could want to hurt such a cute child.

"I like your girlfriend, Shoto-nii! She's so nice- and pretty too!"

And now he understands how, but he's too distracted by the pounding of his own heart and the heat in his cheeks to go down that train of thought. From her own red face and incoherent sputtering, Yaoyorozu isn't fairing much better herself.

"Girlfri- I, well I certainly admire Todoroki-san, but his- oh my I-"

"We're classmates, Touya, and good friends." Shoto gritted out. Momo gave him a grateful look, and he felt his blush deepen because Touya had to point out how pretty she was, and his traitorous mind took him back to their final exam when she had all but flashed her tits to him when she used her Quirk. "She made the outfit you were wearing last night with her Quirk. Which is why we're here." Shoto went back to his practiced poker face before addressing Momo directly. "If it's not too much trouble, we'd like to ask for another one. The one you made is in the wash- Touya had an accident last night."

"Shoto-nii!" Aw, so revenge really was sweet, but he did feel just a tad guilty. It's not like Touya had gone out of his way to embarrass the two teens. It was simply an innocent child assuming things. Thankfully, Momo seemed to take pity on Touya and smiled sweetly.

"Now now, there's no need to be embarrassed Touya-chan. These things happen, and I'd be more than happy to make you another one." She went to her night desk to retrieve a notebook that had been left open to the front page. Shoto raised a curious brow.

"I took his measurements last night," she explained. Of course she did- this was Yaoyorozu after all, and if anyone could outcompete Midoriya in notetaking, it was the other student allowed in on recommendation. She crouched down to meet Touya at eye level. "Is there a different color you'd like? I made the one last night to match your eyes." Of course she did.

Touya's eyes widened. "I get to choose?" Shoto felt his heart break all over again at the pure shock in his little brother's tone. Momo nodded and blinked in surprise when Touya pointed to her purple shirt. He wanted to match, and she smiled before the light of her Quirk shined from her thigh and a purple onesie was presented to Shoto. He noted that Momo had once again decided to add her own personal touch- a yellow smiley face.

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu. I really appreciate it, and apologize for the early hour." His eyes widened slightly as her Quirk activated again, yielding a small red T-shirt and white shorts.

"Oh I'm more than happy to do it, Todoroki-kun! It isn't too much earlier than I'm accustomed to, and it's for a wonderful cause. Now he'll need more than just pajamas- come back later and I'll have a whole wardrobe for him! This is going to be so much fun!"

The older Todoroki felt his eye twitch involuntarily. So much for her worries about impacting the economy.

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu-san," Touya bowed his head and Shoto had to readjust him to keep his center of gravity. He straightened his neck and looked at Momo with curious teal eyes. "But if you're good friends with Shoto-nii, then isn't it okay to call him by his first name?"

Maybe Shoto should see Recovery Girl too; apparently in the past twelve hours he'd developed a repetitive eye twitch, although its trigger was cradled in his right arm. Who knew a child's innocence could be so damn stressful?

Momo for her part at least kept her composure beyond a light cute (shit) blush on her cheeks. "If… if it's okay… then…" She trailed off, giving Shoto an expectant gaze. Shit, how could he say no to that?

"I'd like that… Momo," His eyes widened slightly, surprised at himself for taking the initiative, but it was well worth it to see the warm smile spread on Yaoyorozu's lips.

"I would as well, Shoto," She paused, giving the brothers a mock glare. "But back to bed you two! A growing boy needs his sleep, and I'm sure Touya is tired as well."

Touya giggled at Yaoyorozu's teasing and Shoto thanked her again before making his exit. More sleep was something he would never turn down.