The Warped Hero - A MHA Fanfic

Something On Your Mind

There isn't much one can do when experiencing a crippling sense of uselessness while holding a guilt-ridden panic attack in.

Yet Kija somehow made it the most productive time she'd ever spent. If you considered racking her brain until it was numb from thought productive.

After spending all night working on the Hero Killer case—with nothing other than a few extra charges he'd be liable for—Kija had poured herself into researching as many legal aspects as possible of household abuse the internet could provide. From examples of famous people abusing their children and spouses to legal proceedings and how the courts decided if any of it was even real.

Because if the reports about how many abusers walked free or got away with much less punishment than they should have didn't convince Kija that people still thought this stuff was perfectly fine, the comment wars under the articles more than proved it.

At one point, Kija nearly punched her screen from it all.

They deserved it my ass, you abusive narcissist.

Kija eventually became brave enough to enter the keywords that would, to any person who saw them, reveal what she was getting at.

Endeavor family abuse.

Articles from years ago popped up, vaguely going over the domestic side of the second ranked pro hero. Most of them were from the first time he'd claimed that spot, but seldom few mentioned anything about his family other than 'married his wife' and in the order his children were born. A few more recent news stories popped up too, those centering around Todoroki since the sports festival had just taken place.

Kija read each one, but all they had on the family's home life was speculation or vague leaps in logic about how Endeavor must have helped train his son to be where he was today. That Todoroki would carry on the legacy. That he had the potential to surpass his father.

And yet nothing on signs of abuse.

Nothing. Not even small gossip columns that she had to click to the second, even third page of google to see. They were that buried. Even then, they only spouted stuff about Endeavors brusque personality, but nothing hinting at family abuse.

And the comments, thay were just arguing over if Endeavor was cool or not, didn't give Kija anymore hope.

As much as Kija hated to admit it, Endeavor had both a good PR and domestic affairs team. Any interest in his family only being stirred up because of his son, and it was between the two of them. Nothing about the rest of the family.

If Kija hadn't heard Todoroki himself say there was abuse, she'd have no reason to think there was any. A stance many would probably take if this ever got out.

Of course, privacy was only respected when things wanted to be hidden.

Kija took a deep breath and erased her browser history despite knowing it would do little to prevent someone who knew what they were doing. She closed her laptop, carefully plugging it in for the night as she pulled out her phone and crawled under her covers.

Knowing she'd have to watch the sports festival eventually, Kija pulled up the recordings of the first years matches that she'd missed watching in person, Nejire having already texted Kija that she only got to the second round. Kija'd have to congratulate the first years eventually, and whoever won—

...

Bakugo was so getting a fake chocolate coin next time she saw him.

Seriously, Kija could actually let out a small, genuine chuckle as she watched the awards ceremony, amused beyond measure and momentarily forgetting why she had to watch these at 2:18 AM as opposed to in person. Then she remembered again, and despite said ungodly hour of the day she dared to send a text to Iida.