A little something I made, I might turn it into a series later, tell me what you think.
A/N: Touya is fifteen and Shouto is five.
Touya was Shoutoâs new life line, after his mother was ripped away from him. The others never understood why he couldnât to play with them after father finally left.
Touya was different, on the very few occasions that Shouto found the will to play, Touya was very gentle, and never over did it. He understood, and was never mad at him for getting tired too quickly like Natsuo often was.
Touya would stay with Shouto instead of playing with the others, sometimes they didnât even talk, just quietly enjoyed each otherâs company.
âShou, want some juice?â Touya asked peering at him from beyond the fridge.  Â
Shouto gave a small nod, his eyes focused on the crayons in his hands, âYes, Please.â
Touya smiled, and plopped down in the seat next to him, juice box in hand, âHere ya go.â
Shouto dropped his crayons on the table at once, and eagerly excepted the drink.
Touya glanced at the page, âThat's a really nice drawing..." No, it wasn't. It was a gargle of scribbles loosely around a stick figure, "Uh... What is it?"
"A hero." His whispered quietly fumbling with the straw.
"Oh, really?" Touya enquired gesturing for the straw, "Does he have a name? How about his quirk?"
"He doesn't have a name.." Shouto admitted his cheeks red from embarrassment as Touya unwrapped the straw.
"Thatâs, okay," he assured, running his fingers gentle through Shouto's multicolored hair.
"You'll just have to think of one." He stated, putting the straw in for him, "Now, what does your super cool hero do?"
"Protects me from Daddy." Shouto said, sipping his juice, his mitch-matched gaze peering up at his older brother.
"...Oh." was all Touya thought of to say, "Shou," he started, his hand nervously grasped at own hair pulling nervously at the end of his red locks, "Dad⌠H-he doesn't mean to hurt us... I promise."
Shouto averted his gaze, âDoes he love us?â
"Of course, he does!" Touya insisted, "He just doesn't know how to show it."
Touya wasnât sure which one of them he was trying to convince.
âWhy is he so,â Shouto cried, âmean?â
Touya gave a broken smile and pulled the boy into his lap, "You see,â he grunted, âDad is unhappy, you can't really tell... But he's very sad."
Touya pulled his brother closer into his chest, "He can't beat All Might, and that's his dream, his endeavor."
"But All-Might's the best," Shouto cried out in shock, "of course he can't beat him."
"Yeah, well,â Touya sighed, âI'ma tell you a secret."
Shouto moved closer, more intrigued, "What?"
"Dad believes that you can." He whispered, "He believes that you can beat All Might."
"Nuh uh!" Shouto gasped, "Me?"
"Yup." Touya said popping the 'p' in amusement, "That's why he trains you so hard."
"But... I don't wanna to beat All Might." Shouto announced baffled.
"I know." Touya sighs, "But Dad doesn't know that, because beating All Might is what would make him happy, he forgets that the rest of us donât share his dream..."
âSo, Dad is trying to make me strong so I wonât be sad like him?â
Touya shrugged, he honestly didn't know why his father did half the things he did, he just had to believe that somewhere the man cared.
Shouto nibbled on his straw, pulling his drawing closer, âI think I gots it.â
âThe name for my hero.â He squeezed his juice in excitement causing juice to shoot out the straw and at Touyaâs face causing him to yelp in surprise.
âWell, ya gonna tell me or what?â He asked running his sleeved hand over his now apple juice covered face.
âI gonna call him,â Shouto held up drawing up confidently, âDabi!â
âWow,â Touya dramatically complimented, "That's a really, really cool name you picked out."
Shoutoâs face turned pink and he adverted his eyes, âReally?â
âOf course,â Touya said instantly, âWould I ever lie to you, Shou?â
 Shouto shook his head, in response before quietly offering, âYou can have it.â
âHave what, Dabi the picture?â
âNo, the name for when you is a hero.â
âIâma have the coolest hero name ever.â Touya announced standing up, and throwing the small boy gently over his shoulder.
Shouto yelped, âTouya-nii!?â
âWho said that?â Touya gasped, spinning around, âWhose there?â feeling Shoutoâs small body twirl with him.
âMe!â he laughed, âBehind you!â
âWhere?!â he spun again, Shoutoâs hands flying in his movements.
âOn your back,â he snorted, âNii-san!â
âSorry,â Touya stated with laugh, "No, Nii-san here," he announced gently plopping Shouto onto the couch, âOnly the Pro-Hero, Dabi!â he snickered, his hands hovering above his baby brothers belly, âAnd his signature, tickle attack!â
âNooooo!â Shouto squealed in a fit uncontrollable giggles.Â
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