AN: I don't own my hero academia.

I have to do something

The Todoroki brothers sat together along with 3 other gentlemen. After inviting them to tea, the old man of the house asked the kid they met to show them around. This led to them finding a group of men who offered to play with them. It was a simple enough card game, so they sat together in a circle. Then intensely stared at the cards in their hands. A mess of cards pooled themselves in the middle. There was tension over the group. Mainly between the two brothers. They frown at each other. One had 1 left in their hand the other 2. It was now or never.

Touya slammed down a card that may risk him the game, but he was already so close to victory he just had to take it. "I doubt you have this. Last card."

There was a pause. The older child thought it would soon be his victory. That was until his brother grinned almost darkly. It was then Touya knew he screwed up. "Thank you, brother," he said in an overly happy tone while he placed his last card down. Then he raised his arms in triumphant. "I win!"

In a rage, Touya flicked his cards in the air. "How do you always win!" He then pounced at his little brother and aggressively patted him down. "You're cheating. I know you are! Hiding cards under your sleeves."

"I don't even have sleeves!" It was true. Little Izuku always preferred to use simple short sleeve T-shirts. There was nothing to hide.

While playfully wrestling his little brother, Touya caught something in the corner of his eye. The boy they meant earlier today. They haven't talked much outside of basic facts about the manor. Overall distant. When the three men bumped into them and offered to play, they stayed glued to the background. Disinterested. The boy seemed to have had enough since they rolled their eyes and wandered off. "What's his problem?

"Kai?" One of the men said uncaringly while setting up to the next game. "Not really much of people person. Only the boss knows how to deal with him."

For some reason, that got Touya curious. Perhaps it's just pure curiosity, but the kid was his age. After saving him from some bullies you'd think they might open up a little but no. Still, he wanted to be friendly, so he decided to follow the other boy. He asked the trio if they could watch his little brother. They said it wasn't a problem. Then he headed out to follow the other boy. Leaving his brother all alone with the 3 men. They'll be fine.

Innocently, Izuku smiled at the three older men patiently waiting for the next game. He was having a lot of fun. Mainly with his current undefeated winning streak. It awakened something inside of the three men. This sense of competition. Aggravation even as they each stared down the child. There was almost a devilish glint in their eyes. "You're pretty lucky, kid. How about we up the stakes?"

"Stakes?

"Yo, leaving so soon?" Touya called out while trailing behind Kai. "We're going to have another game. What to play?"

Kai didn't bother to turn around. Opting to completely ignore the other boy.

Touya's eyebrow twitched at the action. "Seriously man, what's your deal?"

"I don't want your disease-ridden hands on me," Kai explained harshly prompting Touya to fight back. The weird colouring in his skin was not a disease. They're burns like his brother's, and he allowed the boy to touch him just fine. "Your brother is pure. You are not," he explained further. His eyes then ran up and down the other boy. Analysing every detail using prior knowledge. "Judging by your scars you're the son of that flame hero, right? I heard his youngest is quirkless with buns on his hands. That means you are riddled with the quirk disease."

"What are you talking about?"

Before the question could be answered a voice cut through.

"Like I'll believe the words of a villain!"

It was Touya's father. He recognised that fiery tone anywhere. It was then he noticed the boy he was following was heading back to the room they left his father in. Since the walls were thin, most loud nosiness could be carried through easily. Form what it sounded like, that old man and his father were having an argument. However, Touya wasn't so sure why the word 'villain' was being thrown around.

The boys found themselves directly in front of the door. The loud noises that came through it. While Touya was curious, Kai was anxious. His expression was his standard calm, but his hands betrayed him. Clenching tightly at the side of his arms. As if the word physically hurt him.

"A few of the old families have already disbanded or attempted reformation. I think it's time for the Shie Hassaikai to fallow."

It was at that line, Kai had enough. With a disgusted chick of his tongue, he ran. Not wanting to hear any more of the conversation.

Touya remained still while watching the back of Kai grow smaller and smaller. The name Shie Hassaikai did ring a bell. During one of his lectures with his father about the villainous underworld and some of his own encounters, that name did pop up. A famed yakuza group that has fallen from prime. Despite that should be where since they were still an active 'villain' group. No wonder his father was so on edge. Even so…

"Still, I want to give them a better life."

After hearing that. The sincerity in the old man's voice. Maybe he was being a dumb kid, but he couldn't completely think they were bad guys. Like the ones on TV his father fought. The more he listened the more he believed. He couldn't ignore it.

Touya founded Kai on the other side of the estate. They were crouched down in a foetal position mumbling to themselves. He couldn't quite let what it was since it was muffled from his mask. Only it couldn't have been good since they were going a mile a minute. Their body was shaking while their hands scratched at the ground. It was like he was slowly going insane. "Hey. You, ok?"

"I have to do something." He whispered ominously. The look in the boy's eyes. It was unsettling. Crazed. "I can't let this place fall to ruin," He yelled stomping to his feet. His mind raced with thoughts. Possibilities. Anything that could help his boss. "If I somehow reverse time. Back when the yakuza were strong."

"Whoa there, buddy. Don't get any crazy ideas."

With gritted teeth, Kai glared at Touya. How dare this hero syndrome disease brat like him act like they had the right to say anything. "Shut up!" He shirked. Swiftly his body twisted delivering a punch square on the cheek. "Like a diseased child, like you, could ever understand!"

Touya was surprised. He was knocked back a few steps but that was all. The punch barely felt like anything. Maybe he's gotten too used to the brutality of his new and old training. Either that or this kid was weak. Didn't matter at the moment since a fire was lit. It was burning fiercely inside of his chest. "You're a kid too, you know," he augured back with an aggressive push. Nothing much. Only a little payback.

The push had a little more power into it than that since Kai fell. Or again he was weak, but that didn't stop a disgusted glare forming in their eyes. "At least I don't have hero syndrome," he yelled back with a kick.

The move was so predictable, Touya managed to doge it with a single jump. "You got something against heroes!"

It all escalated from there.

It started out simple. A shove, a push, a slap. Then more. At some point, Touya's hands started heating up. They burned with his flames as he slashed back. The other boy was getting so infuriating with this talk of 'hero syndrome'. Saying quirks are diseases. It was such nonsense. Their words got him fired up just trying to make sense of it. It made such little sense, he resorted to punching back.

While Kai wasn't physically strong, but he was a little nimble. At least nimble enough to getaway. However, Touya was still faster. Desperately, he tore off his gloves and slammed his bare palms on the ground. As he did a wall of earth blocked his opponent's attack. It confused them for a moment. Then an attack of spikes shot out of the wall. Touya managed to escape, but still received a small scratch at the side of their arm. All the while, Kai screamed about how a child of a hero could never understand what it was like. They would be too infected by hero syndrome propagated by society itself. No one needs to worry since a hero will always be there to save them. What nonsense.

The arguments collided in an endless loop. Much like the battle. Both boys relied of their quirks to fight. Kai was in home court advantaged since he could use the whole playing field as a weapon. Making walls and spikes to attack his adversary wherever they landed. Luckily, Touya was quick. He used his flames to manoeuvre swiftly away from danger. However, he couldn't get a hit in the other either. Not when Kai could create a wall that could block and him. They continued to circle each other like that. Neither giving in.

"Heroes save and protect people. What's so wrong about that!" Touya yelled as he launched another fireball.

It was stopped by another wall, as Kai argued back. "It's just a pointless job title. Most of them don't even do a good job. They ignore the down trot and strange. Unlike the boss." He launched another string of spikes from the ground.

Once again Touya managed to propel himself out of the way. "And what? Villains are better? All they do is make trouble for everyone else! That's why heroes exist."

"Shut your mouth." Kai shirked. The ground began to shake and shift with the flow of water but the furry of an earthquake. "Is it so villainous to rescue a kid from the streets? One that could hurt them if they're not careful. To give them food, clothes, a place to call home!" He cried as the ground cracked. It was formed with his emotion. Wild and enraged. All he could think of was his precious boss. "Even when they're already struggling. They still show you more kindness than a hero could ever give." Stressful tears then began falling from his eyes. He knew the family was struggling. With the law, employment, finance. They took him in at a bad time. Despite that, they still took him in, and he couldn't be more thankful. After being ignored. After his quirk destroyed his life. Someone finally came to save him. Not a single hero in sight. "The people you label villains saved my life! I refuse to let them give up and fall to ruin after everything they had done for me!"

The ground sunk collapsed into a hole. One Touya found himself falling into. Slowly, a dome was forming around him. The walls reached higher preventing escape. He stared at the walls before he thought of one stupid idea. But stupid enough to work, or hurt like hell. Maybe both. He heated his arms. Hotter and hotter. Illuminating the darkness around him. It was aggravating. Almost like the time he nearly burned alive, but this time he was in control. Collecting that burning sensation to two points. His palms. The flames clawed down his arms to his hands. Expanding outwards forming two flaming sticks. Oh, how his palms burned. He dashed forward plugging the fire rods to the wall. With a few swift motions, he cut himself an exist.

Freed, he was greeted with the shocked eyes of Kai. Good, he wouldn't let him react. "Who says anything about them falling to ruin," Touya yelled as he propelled himself forward in speeds he had reached yet in training. Spiked tried to block his path be he weaved through them with grace of a falcon. Kai tried to protect himself with a wall, but Touya sliced through with his flaming rods. Finally, they were faced to face. "They're just changing," he continued while throwing a flameless punch. Forcing his opponent back a few feet.

That wasn't the end. Kai still had some fight left. "They don't need to change. The world does, and I will make it so." As a last resort, he clawed his hand to his opponent. The boy wouldn't let him, grabbing the centre of his forearms. It prevented his hand from touching them. He continued to push having a one-sided wrestling match, but he wasn't strong enough to overwhelm them. Flustered, his golden eyes were wide as he roared a declaration. "For the boss. I'll bring the yakuza back to greatness!"

"Who says he wants that!" Touya yelled. He thought back to the conversation he overheard. How much that old man cared about his family that he was willing to do anything for them. Even something as hard as change. "Who says change is a bad thing!" He knows change is hard. Scary even. When something goes against your normal. You resist it. Aggressively. Like your little brother simply wanted to make some suggestions to change your routine. "Stop jumping to conclusions, you idiot!" He roared flinging Kai over his head and slamming them in the ground. Then he stomped on top of them. Pinning them in place. He was getting so railed up and he wasn't sure why. For some reason this felt personal. "Your boss isn't going to let this place fall to ruin. He just wants something better. Away from where it used to be. For the sake of everyone here. For you. That's how much he cares."

It was then it finally hit him. Why he felt the way he did.

"If you just talk to him maybe you'll understand." If he had done that would things have gone a little differently? Maybe these scars wouldn't exist. "He's not given up on you. Or anyone else. They just want what's best for you." An image of his father plagued his mind from various moments of his life. The day they wanted to stop training, but he was too stubborn to accept that. There was the time they eased his training. It was so infuriating. There were the little moments. Small changes. All for his sake. "It may not make sense. At times it feels like they're looking down on you. In reality they care. They care so much that they might do things that might not make sense right away. Like running away from you. Forcing you to have lesser training hours. Taking over your diet plan…"

"What the hell are you on about now," Kai groaned in pain. His spine was currently being crushed by the weight of the other boy. It didn't help that his arms were being pushed up against it.

"Nothing." Touya sighed. He got off Kai and helped them up. "Sorry, I got a little carried away there." Then he looked at the mess around them. Scorch marks blackened the area. The ground itself was a complete mess. It was like another world. With spikes and side towers and deep and shallow dips every 10 steps. "Maybe with both did."

"Kai!"

"Touya!"

The boys turned at the sound of their names. Rushing towards them was their guardians. They must have made a lot of noise if they heard them all the way on the other side of the building. Or someone tattled on them. Either way, both men rushed to their boys. Enji frantically looked Touya over. Asking a bunch of questions: What happened? Are you hurt? Do I need to call a lawyer? Most of them repeated as he looked over every inch of his son's body.

As for Daichi, he checked Kai's body, but he could guess what happened. Given the state of his yard. "I told you no fighting!"

Kai sniffed. He couldn't bear the disappointed gaze of his boss. "I don't want you to lose," He started with a whisper. "This place. Everything you've worked for. You can't just abandon it!" He yelled with passion. His cold face cracked as he looked up at his boss. Hoping he'd understand his delectation. "I can figure out something. I'll work really hard to make the Shie Hassaikai great again. Then the yakuza will be feared once more."

Gently, the old boss smiled at the young boy. "Kai. I'm thankful for your passion, but it's not necessary." He said while patting the child's head. Stroking away their intense emotions. He understood where they were coming from, but that's not what they needed right now. He hoped the boy would understand. "There's more to being a Shie Hassaikai than being a yakuza. We're a family and I will not abandon my family." He explained in earnest holding the child close. "All I want is for you to live happy and full lives. Away from the hardship of the underworld. If that means giving up on the old yakuza way, then so bit it."

"But…"

The boss cut in before the boy had any time to argue about. This was his decision as well as his wish. "It will be ok. I've thought up an interesting business proposition that could rack in some good clean money for us. It will be the first step to your bright future. I rather not you fallow my old ways. It's not worth it in the long run. So, live a long and good life. Can you do that for me?"

Kai sniffed but nodded. While he couldn't completely agree, the desires of his boss weighed more than his opinion. If that was what he wanted, then he had no reason to argue. "Yes, boss."

"Good, now fix this mess."

The group stared at the destroyed yard. If one child was supposed to clean all that up. That was one cruel and unusual punishment. What was he supposed to do? Use a shovel to even out the ground. A pickaxe to break through stone spikes he created …oh that's right. His quirk. Still, it would have to take a while, right? Wrong. All it took was two hands fat on the ground and less than a minute. The ground came alive and mounded in place. The spikes and walls sunk back to solid ground. If that wasn't impressive enough, the scorch marks were gone too. Kind of. The ash particles seemed to have gathered to one spot underneath Kai's hands. When he lifted them up, they compacted into one single coal block. A perfect cube. "My quirk's called overhaul. I can break apart matter and reorganise them how I please." As if to make a point the coal in his hand exploded and reformed to a new shape. The symbol of the Shie Hassaikai clan.

Touya was in complete awe. "That is the most broken quirk I have ever seen. Can you do that on wounds?" To answer that, Kai traced a finger over a cut he got in the scuffle. It stung for a second. Kind of like a burning sensation but not at the same time. Still, no one could argue with the results. The cut was gone. This gave Touya an idea. "Can you overhaul my scars!" Unfortunately, he couldn't get an answer.

"Touya," Enji said in warning. His eyes burned through the boy's skull. They knew exactly what he was going to say. "Where's your brother?"

"Yay!" Izuku cheered. Cards raining down on him. "I win."

When they got there, they were greeted by an interesting sight. The young child was surrounded by lose cash of all types. Both paper and towers of coins. Among them were various pieces of jewellery: watches, rings, ears studs. Then stranger items like a half-eaten candy bar, shoes, socks, a pack of gum and pants. The boy himself looked odd. With an oversize black blazer that reaches the tips of his keens and baggy sleeves. Paired with thick gold chains and oversized sunglasses. He looked like he was trying to dress as a gangster but was too small. Meanwhile, mini Endver sat beside him with a new look of their own. A gold chain bracelet that acted as a necklace for the stuffed toy. Then a red tie that warped around his flamed head like a banana.

Before the child laid defeated the three yakuza men Touya left his brother with. They wore sullied faces planted headfirst on the floor. Covered in nothing but their underwear and decorative tattoos. The grown men were weeping. How could they have lost so terribly to a child?

"You taught my son gambling!" Enji shirked while pulling up his sleeves. His fist was ablaze along with his facial features. How dare they try and corrupt his precious little boy.

The men wept and gathered at the feet of their boss. Crying how the child kept winning. And winning. And winning. They even tried to cheat at some point, but the boy was too sharp. They noticed their ploy right away and cried. The men were weak to the child's tears and couldn't complete the game. It didn't matter away. The child was exceptionally good at reading and giving poker faces. It was like they could read their mind.

Their boss listened to their woes and grew more curious. He turned to face the child in question. "Izuku, correct?" The child looked up at him. The glasses he was wearing fall off his nose as he nodded. "Have you ever played Shogi?" Izuku nodded. They have played a few matches with his father once when they found an old board. So, he knew the basic rules. "I see. How about you play a game with me. Winner takes all," the boss challenge.

Humming at though, Izuku looked at the pile of stuff he won. Perhaps his family's pride was rubbing off on him, but after being on a winning streak, he thought winning one more match wouldn't hurt. "Ok."

The match itself was hard-fought. Unlike his men, the old man was harder to read. Having an unchanging soft smile. Yet his hands betrayed that calmness. His battle strategy was heavily offensive, and his hands were swift. Nearly a second after Izuku would place their next move, Daichi was ready with his. It shook the child. They tried to be strategic. Planning carefully moves in favour of the defence but to no avail.

"I lost," Izuku whimpered when the final move was made.

"You fought very hard." Daichi complimented while returning the stuff his men lost.

They were very gratefully they wouldn't need to walk around partly nude. He also gave back Izuku's things as a constellation prize since they were a part of the betting pile. The child was overjoyed. The second he got his stuff back he gravitated to mini Endver. He thought he lost his favourite toy forever.

The old man watched the child carefully. They were quite sharp for their age, however. "You hesitate and doubt yourself. Opportunities appeared but you didn't capitalize on them as much as you should have," he concluded. The game wasn't completely in his favour. If the child was a little more aggressive. More confident, the game would have been theirs. "Listen to me carefully. When you're quirkless you cannot afford hesitation. Opportunities don't come often to people like us. That's why we must take full advantage of them."

A shiver went up, Enji's spine. The way they said that. It was demanding. Threatening. Even if they were an old man, one fact still remained. They were still a feared yakuza boss.

The boss leaned into the child's face. Expression darkened. His sharp eyes told the boy he must listen or else. "People will look down on you. They'll underestimate you. Think you weak. That itself can be an advantage. It lowers their guard. Enough for you to strike. Play your cards right and you can make them regret it." He advised. Although it sounded less than friendly. "Understand?"

Izuku replayed the words in his mind. It sounded important although a little difficult to understand. Even so, he thought he got a good enough grasp of it. He gave the man a thankful smile. "Yes, sir."

AN: well this was a fun one. I don't have much to say so...see you next time when we hop to U.A