Hitoshi had been eight when his parents had passed away in a villain attack. Most of the neighbors had blamed Hitosh and his quirk for their 'unfortunate luck'. After that, he was taken to a foster home where he spent four years being mistreated for his villainous quirk.

Eraserhead had found him one night crying in an alleyway after a particularly... rough time with his foster father. Hitoshi had been sporting new bruises on his arms and ribs where a foot had his met skin, and a tight plastic muzzle (plastic because his foster parents were cheapskates) was firmly on his face which muffled his crying. The underground hero had taken one look at the sobbing boy and had taken him home for the night.

One thing led to another, and three months later, Hitoshi was officially the adopted son of pro heros Present Mic and Eraserhead, along with being a furless sibling of two very devious cats.

Hitoshi had always dreamed of being a hero, but it had never been in the cards with a barely funded foster home and the segregation he felt with a quirk that would only be good for villonus activities. But all that changed when he was adopted. Now Hitoshi was going to UA with the goal to get into the hero course through the sports festival. His parents were training him! They believed in his dream and told him everyday that he'd be a great hero! So that's what he'd resolved to be: a hero.

When Htoshi got home the night of the alarm incident at school, the thoughts of the day were keeping his mind occupied. Question after question continued to present itself and assumption after assumption was made.

Hitoshi had been in an abusive household. He knew the signs that he himself had once shown. The Todoroki teens had shown all the signs, and many many more, which suggested things HItoshi really didn't want to think about.

The first thing Hitoshi did the moment his school bag was set down was sit at the table with a pencil and paper in hand. He had at least an hour until his dads got back from their teacher meeting at UA. That gave him enough time to try and write down the best way to inform his dads about his suspicions and collect his thoughts.

Now if only Hitoshi could think of what to write.

When Shouta Aizawa got home, the tense atmosphere of the apartment instantly had him stiffening up. His husband, who was a step behind him, was also quick to notice. Shouta quickly surveyed the open space, his eyes coming to a stop at an uncharacteristically grim looking Hitoshi.

The next words out of his son's mouth had his stomach dropping in worry: "We need to talk. It's about the Todorokis."

"So…" Shouta began after a thirty minute speech from Hitoshi in which there had been a breakdown and many tears, "What you're telling me is that you believe Endeavor, the number one hero of Japan, is abusing Shouto and Izuku Todoroki?"

Hitoshi wilted slightly under Shouta's questioning gaze and stern tone, but kept his eyes locked on his father." "Yes," The teens voice came out much sturdier than he looked, "I do."

Hizashi, Shouta's husband and Hitoshi's other father, had been silent the entire time, his eyes wide in shock.

"I agree with you-" Shouta started.

"Wait what!?" Hitoshi interrupted, but was quickly silenced by the sharp glare that was sent his way.

"As I was saying. I agree with you that something is definitely not right with those two kids' home life. I myself have been debating that notion for a while now. But we can't do much of anything at the moment. Especially because there is no proof."

"But, we HAVE to do SOMETHING!" Hitoshi practically screamed, his voice caught between a yell and a sob. "You didn't see how- how scared Izuku was to go home and how- how hard it was for Shouto to leave! We can't just not do anything! We're supposed to be heroes!"

"No! You're not a hero." Shouta said sternly. Hitoshi looked up sharply, eyes flashing in hurt. Shouta regretted his phrasing instantly, but continued on in a gentler tone. "Not yet, at least. When you are, I have no doubt in my mind that you won't be an amazing one. But right now, you're still a kid. A kid, in a terribly delicate situation with no proof and no easy solution." Shouta looked his son directly in the eyes, "You've done everything right. You are bringing the issue to a trained hero, which is exactly what you're supposed to do." Shouta looked at his husband as he said his next words, "And we're going to do everything we can to help those two boys. Just like you did everything you could to help them."

"But...how," The purple haired teen asked, his voice cracking. It seemed his anger had finally given way to desperation and grief.

"Hitoshi," Hizashi started while wrapping his son in a needed hug. The teen turned into his dad's shoulder and sobbed quietly, muttering a stream of thank yous. "We're going to try our hardest to help the little listeners, but.." Hizashi looked to him in worry.

"But," Shouta said, picking up where his husband trailed off, "first I think we need to inform one other person about this if we want any chance of combating the number one hero."

Hitoshi unburied his head from HIzashi's shoulder to look questioningly at his dad.

"Who?"

"I see, thank you for bringing this to my attention Aizawa," Nedzu said, his smile, which seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face, was noticeably more forced than normal. "As I see it, the issue we face,and the one I'm sure prompted you to seek my help, is that there is nothing to be done without evidence. And even then, said evidence would have to be exorbitant in order to hold up in a trial against the number one hero!" The mouse's tone remained cheerful, but Shouta could see the angry spark in the creature's eyes.

"But of course, I have been gathering evidence against that rancorous man for years now! Ever since he became number one. The evidence is centered more around his atrocious behavior as a hero, so we certainly cannot convict him of child abuse off that alone. The assistance we need must come directly from Izuku and Shouto being comfortable enough to testify against Endeavor," Shouta nodded, he'd hoped Nedzu would be able to help with that particular problem. "I'll leave that up to you Aizawa!" Or not. "I'm sure with your son being their friend you can gain their trust soon enough! In the meantime, I think I'll make some calls to a few… acquaintances of mine and do some more digging of my own." Shouta did not want to know what illegal activities that rat had planned. He decided now was the best time to make his escape.

"Thank you, sir," Shouta siad with genuine gratitude.

"Oh, but of course! Villains should always get their just reward."

With that, Shouta stood from his chair and made to leave the office. "Oh and Aizawa," Shouta paused and looked back at his boss. "Remember, there is no justice in false accusations."

Shouta then left the office, dark thoughts swirling in his mind as the door shut behind him perfectly silent.