Author's Note: I have returned from a two week dark period, sorry for the delay! It was the simple case of not liking what I had initially written, and then writing more words to make up. The chapter is completely different from it's original state and I am keeping it that way.

I'm glad more people are liking this story though!

Life became quieter when Yoshirou, after three more tries, finally gave up on his pleas. Instead, he refocused on his training for the U.A Entrance Exam. His day was full, leaving little time for him to hang out with Ghiaccio, much to the latter's relief. Ghiaccio didn't hate the kid, he was just glad to have some space for once in his life. Yoshirou tended to be a bit more smothering than he liked to admit, so anytime away from the boy did Ghiaccio service.

Unfortunately, he still had Katsuki to worry about.

Ghiaccio knew how that Primary school worked, it was largely the same with all the other schools in this country. They liked to save face, anything that had the potential to give bad press for the administration was left untended too, and it showed. The school building had that familiar suffocating air that would make anyone run for the hills, it was easy to see who it was affected by it, even more easy to find the cause.

Ghiaccio was no stranger to bullies whether it be in this life or from the one before. The only problem was that the bullies who originally gave him hell, had no powers. The only way you could intimidate someone was either through pure strength alone, or greater numbers. In this world that mattered very little. If you had the right personality and a strong enough quirk, there was nothing stopping you from getting weaker people in their place. Katsuki fit that description to the tea.

Ghiaccio shouldn't have been surprised to be honest, with how that kid acted at home he could only wonder how he acted at school. At least at home he had Mitsuki and Masaru to put him in his place, since he seemed to never listen to what he had to say. It frustrated Ghiaccio because with that mindset there were only a few paths Katsuki could fall down towards, and none of them were good.

He was sure that Mitsuki and Masaru knew that something was up, but because of their jobs, the could do very little. There were often times where Ghiaccio and Katsuki would be left alone at the house, leaving Ghiaccio with the job of being in charge of things. Of course Katsuki barely listened, but at least he became somewhat compliant whenever food was involved. The brat never complained when Ghiaccio was behind the stove, all those times being forced to help Masaru in the kitchen paid off it seemed, but that would never last. Katsuki was getting more problematic at home, and it only increased when Mitsuki and Masaru were gone.

All Ghiaccio wanted was respect. He felt embarrassed to be disrespected and belittled by his younger brother, but he knew what would happen if he gave in to his anger. That boy wouldn't make it out alive to tell the tale.

It was during one of those days, where Ghiaccio and Katsuki were left alone, that Ghiaccio had to pick up Katsuki from school and walk him home. He arrived later than usual when the first rush of children had already gone home with their parents. He waited by the gates as usual, but as time passed by a pit of anxiety had started to build in his chest. Eventually he gave in and strode into the building, with a frown on his lips. He made a bee-line for the secretary's office and was greeted coldly by the old woman behind the desk.

"Takara-kun, what a surprise." She drawled, taking off the glasses in front of her eyes. "We made numerous amount of calls to your household, but none of our calls were answered."

"That's because my parents are out of the city, this isn't the first time that has happened." Ghiaccio all but growled, the worry in his gut wasn't going down. "Where's my brother?"

The secretary held up a finger, going through a stack of attendance papers with her other hand. She clicked her tongue in distaste. "Well that's the thing Takara-kun, he never showed."

What.

"What do you mean he's not here?!" Ghiaccio exploded. Great, this was just what he needed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to quell the anger inside of him.

"That's not all, those three friends of his never showed as well. My guess is that they're out in town, I'd advise you to find them and sit him down. We don't want this to be a regular occurrence."

Ghiaccio left without a word, stomping out of the building with a new goal in mind. Katsuki, despite what he often presented himself as, was a very simple person. The kid had specific spots that he would always find himself around and he would always be at if you had to find him. So he checked every stop he could think of, but it all turned up nothing. The kid was elusive and that angered Ghiaccio even more.

He stepped out of the local arcade scratching his head. Where could have this little shithead gone?!

His answer came in the form of a bumbling green haired woman, frantically looking around in every direction, Izuku's mother. She was hyperventilating and on the verge of a mental breakdown when Ghiaccio decided to intervene at the expense of his own stress. Inko perked up immediately when Ghiaccio approached her, practically running towards him with tears spraying out of her eyes. She was inconsolable, but from the few understandable words he could get out of her, Ghiaccio managed to piece together the situation.

Inko apparently had to stay an extra thirty minutes at work, leaving Izuku to make it back home without her. By the time she arrived at their apartment Izuku was nowhere to be found, hence her gigantic freakout. From what Ghiaccio knew of the kid, Izuku barely spent time out alone. Him and his mother stuck together like glue and it was a rare sight for him to be away from her, so of course Inko was afraid.

Ghiaccio sighed. Waching the woman on the brink of despair was extremely annoying and pitiful at the same time. He knew that the longer she stayed out here would only increase her chances of having a panic attack, so the best course of action was to get her back to the apartment to relax. It took some convincing but he managed to get her to walk with him eventually steering her towards her apartment when she tried to make a break for it. Since he was taller and much stronger than she could ever be, they were at her door in five minutes. Inko looked defeated as she opened the door but with enough coaxing she relinquished her search to Ghiaccio, before closing the door with a click.

His day would only get worse.

It took awhile but Ghiaccio found them, closer than he initially thought. There was a convenience store that was notorious for attracting younger people to buy their products, all types of young people, especially the unsavory ones. This didn't help that it was stationed around the sector of the city that had more recorded villain attacks than the other sectors.

Ghiaccio almost missed them, if it weren't for the sight of an unattended backpack and an anguished whimper to stop him in his tracks. The alleyway next to the store was long and narrow, just enough to fit five people and quite dirty, compared to the rest of the roads around it. Ghiaccio looked down the shaded path and almost swore.

There was Izuku getting ganged up on by four other boys. He was curled up in a fetal position, arms protecting his head and neck as his assailants wailed on him. It was a one sided fight, one that might send Izuku to the hospital if he didn't do anything about it.

"Please, stop it!" Ghiaccio picked up the voice of a fifth person, who stood behind the beating, with tears in his eyes. He was chubby and wore a similar school uniform as the rest of them. Izuku most likely tried to stand up for him, but look where that got him.

"Shut the fuck up, You stay right there fattass! You're next!" An angry and brash voice, that Ghiaccio knew far too well, roared.

"KATSUKI BAKUGO, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Ghaccio seethed, not bothering to keep himself concealed any longer. Saying that he was mad was an understatement, because what he was feeling at that moment dwarfed any type of anger he had experienced since he arrived on this miserable world.

The beating on Izuku stopped when Katsuki turned to face the newcomer, only to scowl in annoyance at who it was. "What are you doing here?"

Ghaccio was amazed. The ego on this kid was reaching levels that were too much even for him, he had to have realized why he was here. "What do you mean 'What are you doing here'?! You skipped school and here you are wailing on Izuku like he's the scum of the earth! What the fuck happened?! I thought you two were friends!"

Ghiaccio wanted to believe that for the longest time, but he wasn't blind. Something had happened between the two boys that caused them to drift apart, but he never thought that it was to this extent. However, at that point he didn't care because he was going to put a stop to this.

Katsuki laughed, he fucking laughed, pointing to the poor boy on the ground with a condecending smile. "Friends with Deku?! Not in a million years, he's a fucking nerd!"

Ghiaccio wanted to scream. How shallow do you have to be to deny friendship because someone was a nerd. Ghiaccio was acutely aware of the stash of manga Katsuki kept hidden inside of his room, he wasn't slick, it would have been funny if the situation wasn't so sad. Ghiaccio strode forward and grabbed hold of Katsuki's arm.

"Enough of this, we're leaving."

"No! Get off of me!" Katsuki struggled, eventually freeing himself from Ghiaccio;s grip. The elder huffed, turning his back to help Izuku off the ground. The green-haired boy leaned on Ghiaccio as he struggled to his feet. One look at him was enough to tell that he needed some stitches and that right eye of his was swollen shut.

Inku was going to throw a fit.

"Go get your backpack, I'll deal with this."

He hesitated but one look into Ghiaccio's eyes was enough for him to back off. Ghiaccio turned his attention fully to Katsuki and the anxious boys around him.

"I don't care if I have to drag you back home because there is no way you are staying out on your own. You're in big trouble."

"What're you gonna do tell my parents? Like I care!"

Wait. What did he mean by 'my'?

Ghiaccio was confused. "What are you talking about? Their my parents as well?"

"Shut the fuck up, we're barely even related!"

Ghiacco felt his mouth drop open, suddenly Katsuki's resentment of him was starting to make some sense, but that didn't make the situation any better. He already thought of Ghiaccio as inferior, but if what Ghiaccio thought was correct, to go to this extent was a bit much. Then again, the Japanese never were kind to people of biracial decent, despite being born and raised in the country. However like what was said before, Ghiaccio didn't have time for this.

"Look, can we have this discussion lat-"

"No fuck that! I'm not going home and you can't make me!"

Ghiaccio wanted to laugh. Oh yes he could.

He lunged for his younger sibling, unsurprised when his friends came to his aid. They were just a bunch of eleven year olds, super powered ones for sure, but still eleven in size. They didn't have the physical training that Ghiaccio had put himself through and the knowledge of an elite mafioso assassin. None of that knowledge was lost, just stored in the back of his mind just waiting to be used.

Ghiaccio took care of them with ease, making sure to not hurt them too much but enough for it to be a blaring warning sign. In three minutes all of Katsuki's lackeys were on the ground, groaning in pain. Ghiaccio turned his eyes towards his younger brother and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you still going to fight back?"

Katsuki roared, running at Ghiaccio with a fist raised into the air. It was laughable, his technique was sloppy, most of the moves that he knew must have came from street brawls. Unfortunately it wasn't enough, because he was on his back from having the wind knocked out of him.

"You done with your tiny tantrum? If so we can go now, unless you're up for round two." Ghiaccio asked, leaning forward to stare down at his brother. When he heard no response he sighed with relief, finally he had some sense knocked into him.

"Great, so lets-"

Ghiaccio only got so far as to have a hand on the other's shoulder when his head was knocked back. His vision was obscured by white, followed by the burning scent of smoke flowing up his nostrils. Ghiaccio stood frozen in shock until he found the will to slowly look down.

He wasn't sure what he looked like at that moment, but from the subtle flinch in Katsuki's posture he only assumed the worst.

Because he was seething.

Using a quirk like that in such an underhanded tactic would have been great in any other situation. Ghiaccio might have even given the boy props, but being the target for such an attack changed things for the worst.

"You shouldn't have done that." Ghiaccio spoke plainly, hiding his fury behind a mask of calm. There was a pregnant pause before another smirk crept up on Katsuki's lips.

"Fuck. You."

Ghiaccio saw red.

If asked Ghiaccio honestly wouldn't be able to tell you what happened in those seven minutes because the next thing he knew he had Katsuki pinned up against the wall by the throat, body bruised, bloodied and with sheer terror in his eyes.

Ghiaccio blinked stupidly as the sound rushed to his ears, someone was screaming. He turned his head to find Izuku pulling frantically at his arm, determined and afraid, even if his steely grip never budged. They were alone, Katsuki's group of friends had apparently fled the scene.

He put two and two together and let go of Katsuki like he had been burned. He watched the boy fall, barely able to catch himself on the floor. Izuku rushed towards his attacker and tried to help despite Katsuki yelling for him to get away. Ghiaccio forced his eyes to turn away and raised his hands to look at were bloodier than he was expecting them to be.

He should have been feeling something, anger, regret, any remorseful emotion, but all he felt was a sense of release. He should have known that this would happen, keeping his anger bottled up wasn't healthy and look where that got him. Hurting Katsuki wasn't his intention, but with how much the younger boy had treated him, it was only a matter of time.

Ghiaccio looked back towards Katsuki, who wasn't moving at that point and took a step forward. Izuku shielded him with his body, the person who had previously beat on him like he was nothing, trying to look as big as possible.

"No more, you've done enough." His voice wavered. It was the most pathetic sight that Ghiaccio had ever seen.

Why would he do that?! He should know that Katsuki hated his guts. Why would he go out of his way to protect someone that had bullied him for years. All of those questions flew by in his head, but he knew that they would never be answered, because a number of people had gathered at the entrance of the alleyway.

Most were civilians but there were three people who stood in the front that stood out from the rest. Heroes, just what this situation needed. From their expressions alone Ghiaccio was sure that he was in deep trouble.

He had a lot of explaining to do

Oof. Ghiaccio's relationship with Katsuki is only going to get worse before it gets better. I imagined that Katsuki has a lot of resentment towards Ghiaccio not only for, apparently not having a quirk, but also because of what he represents for the family.

Ghiaccio is the product of Mitsuki's past mistakes and for anyone who knows even the bare minimum about Japanese family values, is that the honor and family is everything. There have been numerous cases of people who are biracial in Japan not getting equal treatment. I'm sure that even in the MHA world there are still prejudices that exist. Things like that never go away, they just change forms.

But Katsuki won't stay this way, he'll grow out of it...eventually.