The next morning things were still frosty as they both got dressed in their uniforms.

Hitoshi glanced at Kacchan.

"I need to help my friend, I'm sorry if you can't understand why I need to."

His cousin was busy tying his tie.

"You think that's why I'm angry?!" Kacchan scoffed. "I'm angry because-... Nevermind." He picked up his school bag and headed for the door.

"Kacchan, wait."

But he didn't.

The door clicked closed behind him.


Hitoshi barely participated in any of the lessons that day, lying slumped on his desk trying to not feel upset any time he glanced over to see his cousin still ignoring him.

He hated this but no one understood. No one knew what it was like to be in that facility.

Well... Kacchan did, but not at the length he and Touya did.

His friend deserved the chance to be free too and like hell was he going to just sit around and do nothing.

Hizashi had tried to bug it out of him this morning to no avail and he'd heard Shouta and Kacchan shouting downstairs but hadn't been able to hear what about.

He doubted Kacchan would straight up tell them and he wasn't about to spill either. He would be lying if he said that wasn't out of fear.

He didn't want a scenario where they tried to forbid him from even attempting to get his friend out of there and he had a strong feeling they would try and do that, especially so close after just being rescued.

Hitoshi felt sick.

How was he going to tell the Todoroki's?


Walking down the driveway of the obscenely grand house Hitoshi felt like he could throw up in the bushes at any moment. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door.

A short while later a white haired woman answered.

"Hello?"

"Umm, hi, I'm uhh, Hitoshi, I'm a friend of Shoto's."

She smiled.

"Oh that's great, can I help you with anything?"

"I need... I need to talk to you about something... all of you."

The woman looked confused but nodded regardless.

"Do you wanna' come inside?"


Sat at the table in the living room he warmed his hands around the cup of tea she'd made for him as he waited.

The white haired woman, Fuyumi, had gone to round everyone up.

The first person she'd found was another white haired Todoroki who she'd introduced as Natsuo.

It had become very awkward after that with the guy sat across from him silently, practically just staring at him untrustingly.

The front door opened and a few seconds later he spotted Shoto.

Icy Hot sent a furrowed eyebrow his way before coming to join him at the table.

"Hitoshi, what is this about?"

"Just... please." Fuyumi's voice announced her presence in the room once again, this time accompanied by...

Endeavour.

"What are you doing in my home?" The pro asked, arms folded as he leant back against the doorway.

Fuyumi took a seat with her siblings.

"Give him the chance to speak first, Dad. So, what did you have to tell us?"

Hitoshi was shaking as he forced back the muteness.

"Umm... well... my name is Hitoshi Shinsou. I don't know if Shoto ever mentioned the USJ attack at school but I was a part of that. The League of Villains they uhh, they held me in a facility for most of my life and then Eraserhead and Present Mic took over my care." He paused. "It sounds like I'm rambling but I feel like you deserve the context because... well I don't remember much because I was so young back then but when I was taken to the facility there was another boy. He was a lot older than me, like eleven or twelve years I think, he said he'd been in middle school when they first took him."

Hitoshi moved his hands so that he was sitting on them, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do in front of strangers was to start pulling his hair.

"I always saw him as an older brother but I had no idea he actually was one." He took a breath. "Did you have a brother called Touya?"

Fuyumi let out a gasp as her hand flew to her mouth; she nodded as tears trickled down her cheeks.

Natsuo looked equally taken aback, his breathing heightening in anger. "If this is some kind of sick joke!"

Hitoshi desperately shook his head.

"I wouldn't do that."

Endeavour interrupted his trail of conversation by releasing a growl and punching the wall.

"Dad!"

"Where is my son?"

Hitoshi shook violently.

"I don't know where the facility is but if you find it he'll be there. You have to help him, please."

Endeavour walked off.

Fuyumi was still crying, Shoto looked a million miles away, and Natsuo seemed ready to punch him if he was making this up.

"The two of you been at school together for months now, you really never thought to tell him our brother was alive?!" Natsuo growled through gritted teeth.

"He always called himself Touya, we didn't exactly have a need to share surnames back then, we were the only ones who used each other's name, the League certainly didn't."

"That night, in Kamino..." Shouta spoke up. "He was there with you, wasn't he?"

"He found out I was back with the League and promised he'd help get Kacchan and I out of there. We never would have escaped without him." Hitoshi's voice shook. "He's looked after me for as long as I can remember, I can't just leave him there with them."

"Thank you for telling us." Fuyumi offered him a smile.

"I think you should go." Natsuo spoke up once again. "I'll walk you out."

Hitoshi nodded, nervously getting to his feet and followed the Todoroki brother outside. He paused on the step, turning back.

"I would give anything to switch places with him."

Natsuo seemed to consider his words.

"You were that close, huh?"

"He was the only person in my life for thirteen years. Touya didn't need to take care of me, it wasn't his job, he could've just looked after himself in there." He explained. "But instead he saw the not even two-year-old kid and made it his fucking business to put himself between me and them."

Natsuo's breathing shook as his gaze fell to the ground, clearly trying to fight back his emotions.

"I don't even have to see him. I promise I'll never bother you or your family again just... save him... please."