“TOUYA NO!”
Shoto cried, seeing his horrid father give one last blow to Dabi. He’d be seen as a hero, but to Shoto he just became more of a villain. Shoto ran over to him- his breath shaky as he fell in front of Touya, hugging the mans almost limp body.
“You-you’re okay, Touya,”
His little brother sobbed, holding Touya closer. Nothing would hurt them if they were together- just like when the two were kids.
Touya would hug Shoto’s unconscious body after Endeavors over the top training. Touya wouldn’t even consider it training, it was abuse. It had always been abuse. Abuse to somehow push Shoto to be greater than the symbol of peace himself. He was expected to win a fight against the number one hero when he was 5. It made Touya sick that a father would do that to his youngest son. Shoto didn’t ask to have such a powerful quirk, he shouldn’t have been pushed. After his mother burned Shoto’s eye, Touya couldn’t take it anymore..so he left.
Now here the two brothers were. Almost the exact same position they were in all those years again- just different spots…it’s just two different spots. Shoto now comforting his big brother, hugging him and telling him everything was okay…but…it wasn’t okay…