Notes: I love it when both Moose and I write for a chapter!

Despite popular opinion, Touya didn't consider himself lucky. Luck never got him anywhere in his full twenty-five years of life, and he refused to believe it would start doing him any favors now. However, the day after he spoke to Shouto, he knew something must have changed since his younger brother somehow found him during lunch. Touya was meandering to the teacher's lounge when Shouto stopped him in the hallway.

"I thought it only fair to warn you that my sister wants to speak with you," Shouto said, totally expressionless like he hadn't just delivered the most devastating blow ever.

Touya almost choked on his own gasp. "What?"

"My sister wants to speak with you. Probably because I told her you called me a dumbass the other day."

"Great," Touya muttered, hunching his shoulders and glowering at nothing in particular.

Damnit, this sucked ass. The last thing he needed was Fuyumi stomping in here and getting into his shit. Unlike Shouto, she would undoubtedly recognize him – and that was if Shouto hadn't told her his full name. The name "Touya" could've belonged to anyone, but combined with Korihada, she would undoubtedly realize it was him. He should've considered that when he legally changed his name, but he admittedly wasn't that creative and had blurted the first name to come to mind.

If I'm weak like Mom, I might as well take her name instead of Todoroki, right?

It had been sound, petty logic at the time, but now he was cursing his stupidity. Fuyumi was going to storm UA and rip him a new one. Maybe he could hide in the teacher's lounge forever. No, that wouldn't work. He had to teach eventually, especially since Aizawa's problem child couldn't control his quirk.

"She's usually pretty nice," Shouto continued, unaware of Touya dying on the inside. "She's even nice to our father despite him mostly ignoring her, but I think you offended her on a professional level or something."

"Professional–?" Touya cut himself off once the realization hit him. However, it was knowledge he shouldn't have, seeing as how he was supposed to be just a UA quirk counselor. Being vaguely aware of his siblings' lives was not something he liked to cop to, but it was easier to keep track of Fuyumi and Natsuo since they weren't trapped under Endeavor's thumb. As much as he didn't regret running away, he did want to know that at least one of them got to adulthood intact after he left.

Luckily, Shouto didn't seem to notice the mishap as he continued, "She's a school teacher too."

"Well, you can reassure her that coming to see me is unnecessary," Touya said in an attempt to brush away this whole debacle. He didn't want to see Fuyumi. (He kind of did.) It would be easier on him if he never saw her. If Fuyumi came, then Natsuo likely would, and eventually their old man would find out.

And honestly, Touya would rather light himself on fire than talk to his father again.

"I don't think that'll work," Shouto told him. "She said she was going to kill you, so…"

Ah, fuck, then Fuyumi did know. Honestly, he was shocked that she hadn't darkened UA's doorstep already and demanded to be let in, but then again, she had always been too nice. Plus, it was a school day. She was likely waiting for the day to end so she could rush over here. Well, Touya would simply have to beat her then. She couldn't confront him if he wasn't around. He'd play that game for as long as he could – or at least as long as Aizawa let him. If Aizawa found out that he was dodging his sister, it would be game over, if only because then Yamada and Kayama would find out and he'd never hear the end of it.

"Passionate, loving sister you've got there," Touya said tightly.

Shouto shrugged. "I guess?"

Touya eyed him sideways. "Not close?"

Something in the way Shouto's shoulders stiffened told Touya that he'd hit a sore spot. Family was not something he wanted to talk about, and he wouldn't want to admit that the reason he wasn't close with his sister was because his dear old dad wouldn't let them be close. Shit like that wasn't allowed. Touya understood it more than he knew. As soon as Fuyumi's and Natsuo's quirks proved defective, they were cut off from him too. Familial ties with weak people would only be a distraction.

"At any rate, don't be mean to her," Shouto told him. "She's...good. She means well."

A bland smile flickered on Touya's face. "Sure thing, kid."

Shouto gave him a weird look and then walked away, his warning having been received. Touya watched him go, grimacing once he rounded the corner. Sure thing, kid? What the fuck kind of response was that? Of course she was good. Out of all of the Todoroki children, she had always been the nicest. It had been burned out of him – Shouto too, most likely. Maybe there was still hope for his youngest brother. Natsuo was nice from what he remembered, but he held grudges and could be explosive when pushed.

The moment Touya pushed open the door to the teacher's lounge, he was met with Aizawa asking him, "Did you speak with your brother?"

Touya damn near jumped out of his shoes. "Fuck! Warn a guy before you jump him like that? I could have died . How would you have felt then?" Aizawa didn't even blink. He simply continued to stir his tea and leaned back against the counter. Touya continued into the room and dropped his satchel on the table. It was a nice leather bag, the fancy kind, a birthday present from Kayama last year. "How did you even know?"

Aizawa took a sip of his tea. "You look like you stepped in dogshit."

Well, that was a very apt description. He felt like it too. "Yeah, I talked with him yesterday after school." And just now. He couldn't get away from the kid no matter how distant he tried to be. Touya sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "You'll have to keep an eye out on him. He's refusing to use the fire side of his quirk to its full potential, so he'll likely overdo his ice side and hurt himself if he feels pushed into a corner."

"Do you think that will happen?" Aizawa asked.

Touya shrugged. "Depends on the situation, I guess. Maybe during their internships when he faces actual villains, but they shouldn't be in that serious fights in their first year. Plus, from what we've seen of his ice quirk so far, he's already stronger than most of the students in his year." He mentally pulled up the list of quirks from Classes 1-A and B. There were plenty of strong quirks in the classes, but most of them lacked the sheer power that Shouto's Half and Half did. Their father had done well in creating the perfect hero. "Only Bakugou's truly rivals his in firepower. Maybe Midoriya's too if he doesn't knock himself out in one go."

"You think that highly of him already?"

I think our father beat as many weaknesses out of his as possible.

"Our father wouldn't settle for anything less," Touya settled on saying instead. Aizawa knew some of the details, but not all of them. Enough to where he never told Touya to go back home even when it was clear he was completely lost. Enough to where he never kicked Touya out, never berated him for panicking when he messed up with his quirk, never shunted him or pushed him aside when he acted out as a coping mechanism. He knew enough to know that he didn't need to know more.

"I'll pay close attention to him this week," Aizawa stated.

"Oh?" Touya wandered over to the fridge and opened it to root around for something that he could steal and apologize for later, preferably something brought in by Yamada. "Doing something special?"

"Rescue Training at the USJ," Aizawa supplied.

Touya stood upright, a lifted smoothie in his hands. "Oh, now that does sound fun." He wasn't entirely being sarcastic about it. Rescue scenarios were some of the most interesting ways to test a hero student. It forced them to think outside the box of what they perceived heroes always doing: mainly fighting villains and showboating. On top of that, it lacked the violent nature that many came to expect from heroes and a more nurturing side that not all could manage. "Got any ideas on who's going where?"

"I was wondering if you had any opinions," Aizawa said, setting his empty mug of tea in the sink.

"Bakugou should go in the conflation zone," Touya replied without even thinking.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Won't that give him an advantage?"

"Sure, it'll make him sweat a lot and give him ammunition – too much, in fact." Touya gulped down a fourth of the smoothie in one go. He'd pay Yamada back later. "The boy knows how to explode and fight, but he needs to learn restraint. All that sweat will put him at a disadvantage when he can't blow up all willy-nilly to take down a villain. Stress civilian lives and collateral damage. He uses his quirk offensively, but he needs to learn how to use it in other ways too."

"That's a good point," Aizawa said, nodding thoughtfully. "Did you want to come? You can see things for yourself and give pointers."

"Nah, I'll watch the tapes like usual. I've gotta work with some second years still in my class." Touya dropped onto the couch and leaned back. "Togata is gonna come in and give them a nice motivational speech to get their asses into gear."

"He turned out really well," Aizawa noted.

"Everyone loves a success story," Touya sighed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

He supposed he was one in a way. Had he continued down the path he was going, he would've likely ended up either in prison, dead, or a villain, none of which were all that great. Maybe his dad would still consider him a failure (and maybe a part of him did as well), but he knew what Aizawa, Yamada, and Kayama would say. They'd berate the hell out of him for not believing in himself. Well, Yamada and Kayama would. Aizawa would just tell him to stop wasting time. It helped more than they realized.

Like a good employee, Aizawa washed his mug and set it out to dry. Touya would've just left it in the sink, forgotten about it, and remembered it at like three am that night.

"I'll make sure to get you the tapes," Aizawa said, "unless you change your mind."

"No, the tapes should be good enough along with yours and Thirteen's notes on the exercise."

"All Might will be there too."

Touya made a face without bothering to open up his eyes. "Oh, well, I change my mind. Now I definitely want to come."

Aizawa took a breath. "Touya–"

"I'm kidding." Touya opened his eyes and tilted his head forward. "I mean, I am kidding about changing my mind – I still don't plan on going – but things aren't...that bad between us." He held up his hands in surrender, smoothie included. "We talked, and I've been on my best behavior ever since."

After eyeing him briefly, Aizawa muttered, "I'm sure you have been."

"Have a little faith!" Touya exclaimed dramatically. He placed his free hand over his heart. "I swear, I haven't said one mean thing to him and I also stopped pretending he didn't exist whenever he greets me. I'm good ."

"We'll see how long that lasts," Aizawa sighed as he walked to the door.

Touya couldn't even be mad at him for his assumption. He wouldn't believe himself either in this case. It was also likely that something would happen to trigger his dislike of All Might again, but he really did want to be professional too, if only to avoid any awkward conversations. The fact that All Might knew his scars weren't from a villain and that he came from a hero family was bad enough. He might not have liked the guy, but Touya knew All Might wasn't a complete idiot.

With all that implied information, he could very easily make the same inferences as Aizawa. Touya didn't like that one bit.

Aizawa grabbed the doorknob, but then paused and looked back. "You'll finish your assessment of the classes after they both complete rescue training?"

"Yeah, that's another way to get an idea of how they use their quirks," Touya said. He slurped down some more of the smoothie and set it down on the couch. "I'll text you about any other ideas I come up with before you all start, but I'm sure you've already thought of them."

"Any extra input is helpful."

Touya allowed a lazy grin to stretch across his face. "Aw, you value my opinion."

Shaking his head, Aizawa said, "Don't push it," and left the teacher's lounge.

Now alone and sitting in silence, Touya sank back into the couch and relaxed – or as much as he could with the knowledge of his estranged sister hunting him down.

He couldn't recall a single moment where she got mad. She had to have sometimes – there was no way anyone could grow up in that house without feeling angry – but she either never showed it around him or he simply hadn't caught her in the act. It wasn't like they'd been close. She was three years younger than him, and his quirk manifested shortly after her birth, so they hadn't spent much time together. When their father was done with him, he'd been forced to try to awkwardly rebond with Fuyumi and Natsuo, but he hadn't tried super hard either. He wanted to love them and be a family, but he didn't know them and vice versa.

Not close?

Touya couldn't help but wonder if Shouto felt the same way. It would track.

Shaking his head, Touya opened his eyes and pulled himself off the couch. Enough of that. He didn't have the time to get lost in memories. It would only serve to confuse him. He sat down at the table instead and pulled out a notebook and pen. He could come up with a few ideas for Aizawa and Thirteen (and All Might) for the rescue training.

Asui in the Conflagration Zone with Bakugou would force her to learn how to operate with two fiery things. It would be hard on her, but she was a level-headed girl. Uraraka in the Landslide Zone would force her to think about her quirk carefully as simply lifting things would be dangerous. The Flood Zone would be difficult for her as well since her quirk didn't work on water. She couldn't grasp it firmly in her hand. Yes, it was much nicer and easier to think about this. He liked this work. It was stimulating.

Most of all, it easily enabled him to avoid the problem at hand.

Fuyumi wasn't an angry person, but he'd struck a nerve in her so hard that she snapped. It was not going to be pretty. Touya always did have a talent in pushing people's buttons.

At some point during the duration of the day, Touya came up with a horribly brilliant plan. His sister worked as a teacher, which meant she ran on the same schedule as Aizawa. When Touya was younger and Aizawa first became a teacher, there were ways to avoid certain confrontations. As long as Touya was unfindable, he could get at least a week of peace before Aizawa had to basically track him down. With that in mind, Touya resolved that if he left work early, he wouldn't be around when Fuyumi got off work and stormed her way to UA.

It was almost genius. Touya packed up his things early, taking only a few files from his office before he called Nezu and told him he would be departing early. He didn't even get questioned, simply bid a good rest of his day and off he was, making his way down the silent halls that would soon turn into mayhem from all the students when they went home for the day.

He got as far as the front doors to the school, thinking himself free from the confrontation with his apparently furious sister for at least a few days. It was a sure fire way to keep his head. Her anger would surely die out the longer she went without seeing him. With that in mind, he almost didn't see the small woman walking up from the front gates among the mass of reporters.

Dread slammed into him the moment his eyes landed on the unmistakable sight of white hair that, as they got closer, had more red streaks in it than he absolutely remembered from his childhood. How long had it been since he'd seen any of his siblings? The same awful feelings he had when he saw Shouto at the recommendation exams built up inside of him. Quickly, he looked around as discreetly as possible for a place to hide.

She didn't seem to recognize him from the distance she was at. She was a lot taller than Touya remembered, but she had always been taller than him. The only person who stood shorter than him in his childhood was Shouto who had been six when Touya made his great escape from that hell house.

The reporters swarmed him, but he glared and they backed off the moment he laid cold blue eyes on them. Touya had mastered the Endeavor glare to a tee. No one fucked with someone with as many scars as him and the Number Two Hero glare. Most thought he was a delinquent, which he guessed he still was, aside from the university degrees.

"What is it like working with All Might?" a brave one asked.

Touya gave the reporter a blank stare before narrowing his eyes. "Who's that?"

The group glanced between each other before Touya walked away.

Once he had made it around the crowd of hungry wolves, Touya felt a cold hand grab his wrist. He almost didn't react, but his instincts told him to run the moment he felt anything like ice on him. So he wrenched his arm out of the person's grip (he knew who it belonged to, just didn't want to acknowledge that he'd been caught) and walked away at a brisk pace.

"Touya?"

"You have the wrong person," came his chilly snap.

There was a huff behind him before the hand clamped around his wrist harder, colder than it before. "You've been gone for nearly ten years, Touya, but that doesn't mean I can't recognize you just because you dyed your hair black."

Ah, fuck. He'd been found out much sooner than he wanted. With a sigh, Touya turned and finally looked at his little sister. Her grey eyes were welling with tears behind her glasses at the sight of him, her delicate nose scrunched in anger. Pain shot through him like the heat of his quirk. He almost wrapped his arms around her but stopped himself. They'd never been super close. He'd tried his hardest when they were younger to fit in with his siblings, but there had been a disconnect the moment he was shoved aside.

"Hey, Fuyumi…"

Her anger broke for a moment before returning full force. "Don't you 'Hey, Fuyumi' me! It's been years!"

Then her arms were wrapped around his neck, and he was dragged face-first into her neck like it hadn't been nearly ten years since they last saw each other or even spoken. Her naturally cold temperature eased the heat burning through his skin, and he immediately knew his quirk was threatening to burn wildly from the stress he felt.

Neither said a word as he slowly raised his arms to wrap around her. It felt like an eternity passed before they let go and made their way towards the broken gate. When had that happened? Touya didn't remember hearing about the gate being broken. Had he been so distracted by the stress over being confronted by his sister that he didn't even notice the alarm?

"This is where you've been?" she asked, dragging him out of his distraction.

Touya made a face. "Well, for like three years? Before that, it was kind of a blur…" That wasn't true. He'd been living with Aizawa before working at UA and before that he'd been living on the streets. She should probably hear the rest of it - she deserved it - even if he didn't want to admit it. "Went to college, which is hard when you didn't go to high school for very long. No one wants a drop out ruining their reputation. Lived with some dude who picked me up off the streets. Just been doing a lot of work," he explained vaguely.

"You've really made it far…" Fuyumi said quietly.

"Kind of? It feels like I'm never not working."

She looked at him with sad eyes. "Why didn't you call us? We never knew what happened. You were just gone one morning. No note, nothing."

Touya's stomach twisted, anguish and regret curling around and making him nauseous. "I thought it would be easier."

"This is easier to you?" she asked, tears swimming in her eyes once again. Or had they always been there? He was finding it hard to look at her.

"Well… it was up until Shouto started going to UA," Touya admitted. "If he hadn't, you'd probably have never found me."

The look of complete hurt on Fuyumi's face forced him to keep the fact that he wanted to stay away from his family to himself. He'd already caused his sister enough suffering. "Do you understand how hard Natso and I looked for you? And you weren't even that far away."

"Actually, I live a good hour from work, so if it makes you feel better, you only would have found me here …"

"It doesn't."

Touya sighed. "Yeah, I didn't think so."

"Why didn't you ever come see us?" she asked, her voice quietly demanding. Odd considering she had never been the demanding type.

"And go back to see our shit hole of a father? No, thank you."

Fuyumi rolled her eyes. "Natsuo lives in a dorm at his college and I work at a school. I meant there, you absolute moron."

"Well, maybe I just… didn't think I should."

"We're family, Touya. You should have. You have no choice now." She held out her hand. "Give me your phone."

Quietly, Touya dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it over. She typed away before handing it back. He looked down, greeted with a screen of her texting herself from his phone. Now he had a new contact when before he only had four other numbers, one being UA's.

"We're going to plan a dinner out - without Dad - and you're going to come. Because the four of us haven't seen each other in years and I don't want that to keep happening."

"Just... Don't tell Shouto yet," Touya pleaded. "I'll do it when he gets back from his rescue exercise at the USJ."

His sister narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you swear you'll tell him? Because he doesn't even know you're related. Just thinks your his douche of a counselor."

Okay, ouch, but not unwarranted.

Touya rubbed the back of his hot neck. "Yeah, I'll tell him. It might as well come from me."

She wrapped her arms around him once again, holding him close. He patted her back, wondering how long it had been since he'd let someone hug him without some resistance. Aizawa wasn't the touchy type and Kayama and Yamada understood to respect his space most of the time. They at least knew that he wasn't fond of hugging and kept their touchy-feely nature to pats and brief touches.

It took Fuyumi much longer to say goodbye than he anticipated, but he kind of understood. She somehow had always held out hope that Touya would return. When he never did, she thought the worst. Now she probably expected him to disappear again as soon as she let him out of her sight. Not that he wouldn't do that. If given the option, he totally would, but he knew better than to invoke her wrath again.

Besides, now that he'd seen her… Touya couldn't do that. It would hurt him too much, and he couldn't stand the idea of hurting her again. Not even he was immune to familial bonds. He'd thought he could keep things professional with Shouto about, but he should've known better. He was such a fucking idiot. Seeing Fuyumi made things ten times worse. He wouldn't have been able to hide from Shouto forever, not when he couldn't hide from himself.