Hello beautiful reader. How are you today?I just want to say sorry for spelling and grammar errones. I have Dyslexia and Google Spellcheck and Grammarly only do so much. Feel free to check out my other MHA stories, What Do We Remember or Heroes Are Made. I have other stories too. Also go check out me friends story call Switched at Birth, Brothers by Bond. I want to give a thanks to the writer of Learn to Fly on AO3, EloFromMars. That story was one of the inspiration for this story along with images by alinaisrafilova on tumblr . Please go check them out and show them love. If you like the story please tell me. I want to know what you guys think. Without further ado, enjoy guy's, gals, and nonbinary pals.

"Shoto wake your ass up," Dabi yelled at his little brother, banging on the door.

"Screw off," Shoto muttered back burning his face in his pillow. The morning was too evil to wake for. Then there was a quieter much more gentle knock.

"Come on Shoto," Fuyumi said, opening the door and walking in, "You have the entrance exam today. You don't want to be late."

He groaned, but got up when Fuyumi ran a hand through his hair. Shoto got dressed in his school uniform after his sister left and then came out for breakfast.

Fuyumi was making eggs, bacon, and rice, and Dabi was scrolling through his phone at the table. Shouto sat down next to him and without looking, his older brother messed up his hair in a playful manner.

"Stop it," he says hitting at his hand. Dabi smirks and puts his phone down. Fuyumi, bless her soul, placed our plates in front of them and they began eating.

"Natsu's coming home tonight for dinner," their sister said halfway through.

"Cool," the youngest said with his mouth full of food.

"What do you guys want for dinner?" she asked.

"Soba," Shoto said.

"Was that even a question?" Dabi asked.

Soon it's time for Shoto to go. Dabi and Fuyumi were watching as Shoto put his shoes and jacket on.

"You're going to do great," Fuyumi reassured, straightening her brother's jacket, "And if not, it's okay. We'll find something else. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried," he said.

"She was talking to herself," Dabi said. Fuyumi then smacked his shoulder.

"Come to the shop after the exam," Dabi said.

"Got it," Shoto said before opening the door, "Bye," he said stepping out of our apartment. Shoto sucked in a breath and said, "Let's do this."

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Shoto Yukitomo was 15 years old when he went to take the UA entrance exam. He had almost blinding snow white hair that was long but didn't go past his neck. He had mismatched heterochromia eyes. One stark gray, and other burning turquoise. Over his left eye was a large burn scar. His papers said that his Quirk was named Cryokinesis. It allowed him to control the ice he made.

Yukitomo did well in the exam. Using his ice to freeze robots before they could strike him. In the end, he had close to 78 points. But then the ground began to shake and rumble. And then there was the faxu villain worth 0 points. He made a huge ice wall. Stopping the thing in its path.

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After the exam was over, Shoto headed to Dabi's shop. Dabi ran a tattoo parlor called Cremation Ink. It was a pretty good size and had a nice setup. Music was always playing and the place was warm and bright. It smelled like ink, burnt wood, and coffee. Dabi seemed really loved running the place, but business could be slow sometimes. Dabi had to work a part-time job at the record store down the street just to make sure that he could run this place and keep the apartment the siblings lived in. Sure Fuyumi worked too, but, a preschool teacher doesn't make all that much.

Shoto walked in and heard the sound so the old American bands Dabi liked to play. Along with that was a buzzing noise that came from a tattoo gun. Shoto walked in further and saw that my brother was in the middle of work.

Shoto moved over to the large leather couch back at the front of the shop and pulled out his book and read. An hour and a half later the two come in the front of the store. The customer was a guy with a bright blue mohawk with the sides of his head shaved. The tattoo he had gotten was of a blue dragon running down his arm.

"You sure you like it?" Dabi asked as the reached the door.

"Man, I freaking love it," the guys said, "It's sick as fuck."

"I'm glad," Dabi said, "So, you're good with me putting it on my site, social media pages, right?"

"Yeah man, go nuts."

"Alright, come back soon," Dabi said holding the door open for the other guy.

"Will do Dabi," the guy said before leaving.

"How was your day?" Shoto asked not looking up.

"Fine, yours?"

"Fine," he said, "You talking to that guy you met last month?"

"Don't," his brother warned, walking towards the back.

"What?"

"Shoto, I am being serious."

"Is that hard for you?"

"Do you want to die brat?" he asked, "Because I can make that happen."

"You wouldn't hurt me. Fuyumi won't let you," Shoto said, eyes still glued to the pages.

It's another half an hour before the brothers lock up and head home. On their way back to the small apartment Dabi asked," So how was it?"

"Fine, I guess," the white haired boy said.

The two brothers couldn't look more different as they walked down the street. Dabi was a good couple inches taller even though he has been on the short side most of the time. Shoto was tall too, but not his brother's height. Shoto had snow white hair, and Dabi had jet black. Both of them had pale skin, but Dabi's arms and torso was covered in ink. Images of flames, snowflakes and monsters, flowers and other symbols. His ears and nose were pierced in several places.

When they got home they found that their other two siblings were home. Fuyumi was working on dinner and Natsuo was in the living room, TV blaring. Shoto plopped down next to his older brother, and Natsuo ruffled his hair.

"Hey, Sho, how the exam?" he asked.

"Good, I think."

"I'm going to go look over some calls." Dabi said shrugging his jacket off.

"Then you go and shower," Fuyumi said, "You too, Shoto."

Shouto just sat, leaning against his other brother as they watched the news. For a split second the was flash of the number two hero on the screen but before anything the channel was changed to a volleyball game that was on.

"Who the hell used all my shampoo?" Shoto asked coming out off the bathroom, shaking the empty bottle.

"Shouto," Fuyumi said, "You use too much of it."

"No I don't," he said.

"Yes, you do. And so does Natsu."

"Leave me out of this," the older boy said.

"Did you use it?" Shoto asked.

" I will confirm or deny nothing."

Shoto threw the empty bottle at his brother, but Natsuo caught it. Shoto growled.

Later Dabi came out of the shower and they ate dinner. The four siblings talked about their day. Dabi talked about people who came into the shop. Fuyumi shared stories about her class. Natsuo talked about his professors and classes. And Shoto talked about his entrance exam.

"They made you fight robots?" Natsu asked.

"Yep."

"Huh, well that something."

"Speaking of school," Dabi said, "Have you picked a major?"

"Well I was thinking maybe physical therapy," Natsuo said, "You know so I can help people."

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Fuyumi said, smiling.

As they got more into the meal, Shoto's brows knitted together for a moment. "What am I going to do if I don't get into UA?" his tone wasn't one of despair or dread. It was one born out of true curiosity.

All three of his siblings looked at him for a moment and thought. What would Shoto do?

"You become a hoodlum like your brother," Natsu tested. Dabi hit him up the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"Don't worry Shoto," Fuyumi said rest her hand on top of her brothers, "If UA doesn't work, we could find another hero school. Or we can find something else for you to do if you want. We just want you to be happy."

"Thanks," Shoto said.

If you were to look at Yukitomo siblings, you would see that they were closer than anything. That they were loyal and relied on each other. The neighbors thought they were all delightful children. They truly didn't deserve what happened to them. It was truly bad luck for such sweet children. To have their father horribly, painfully killed in a home invasion, which left poor Shoto scared, and their mother insane. Poor Dabi had been tasked with keeping all of his siblings safe at such a young age. All four of them worked so hard to stay together. Truly lovely children, with terrible luck.

After dinner, the four cleaned up dinner and sat in the living room and watched action movies.

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Later that night while the younger two of the siblings were asleep, Fuyumi and Dabi stayed up talking.

"I'm get worried," Fuyumi said, pacing the kitchen floor, "We're running out of money. I've been looking over the bills and checks and we only have enough for maybe the first third of the year. And we can't just have Shoto and Natsuo go out and get a jobs with them both going to school," she ran a hand threw her long white hair.

Dabi didn't want to say it out loud but his was getting worried too. She was right. Money was growing thin, and their brothers couldn't get jobs like they did. Natsuo would be in college, and Shoto was going to going to a hero school of all things. He wasn't going to put the stress of getting a job on them.

"Yumi," he said after a minute, his voice sound more confident than he felt, "Don't worry. I have a bunch of appointments scheduled over these next few months. It will be more than enough."

"But will it?" She asked, worried, "Dabi, you know how hard it is to support all of us. You know sometime a full booked month is hardly enough."

"Relax," he told her "I have a plan if things start getting bumpy."

"What?!" she cried a little too loud. She had stopped pacing, "Join a gang and sell drugs? Rob a bank? Sell off all of our things?"

"No," he said, trying not to get upset with her worry. She was much more open with emotion in time of stress when it was just them.

"Then what?" she asked, "And if you say Taijo, I swear to the gods-"

"I promise it's not Taijo," he whispered, "And keep your voice down, you'll wake Natsu and Sho."

"What is it then?" she asked, more softly, her hands shaking.

"We draw some cash from our funds," Dabi said plainly.

"Touya!" Fuyumi cried before she was hushed. Dabi cringed at the sound of the name. It was strange and bitter after so long. Even though it was the dead of night there was no one else but them were up, Dabi looked around. Checking to make sure no one heard. After a minute he let out a sigh and his shoulders dropped.

Dabi looked at his sister, and placed his hands on her shoulders carefully, "Yumi, listen to me. I know it's risky, but we've gotten away with it before. No one knows they're there, and no one will know that the money's gone. And it is just a little bit. Just a little bit of cash that's our's anyway. We'll wait for a few more months. And if business at the shop keeps doing well then we won't. Please, Yumi, trust me on this."

Fuyumi looked down at the ground. She was shaking a little bit, and tears were welling up in her eyes. She didn't want to look at her brother. Her older brother who always made sure she was safe and okay. Who would hold her when she cried. Who took on all the problems Fuyumi couldn't figure out on her own. She felt weak next to him. Dabi pulled her in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded.

"Okay," she sobbed, "but only in a few months. Promise me."

"Okay," he said, rocking her, "I promise."

"I'm sorry," she cried, "I'm sorry I'm not stronger-"

"Fuyumi, you're stronger than any of us," Dabi said, in gentle voice, "You do things that I never could. You handle all our finances, you cook and take care of us when we're sick, you help Shoto and Natsuo with homework, when the world knows I couldn't have. You are so strong Fuyumi. I never want you to think otherwise."

She nodded. For the longest time Dabi just stood there holding his little sister. It was moments like thing they both remembered how much they need each other to get through things. How they had to work together to make sure their little brothers could have it better than they did.

"It's okay," Dabi promised, "It'll be okay Yumi. Only five more years of the hard stuff. Five more years," he whispered kissing her forehead.

Five more years. Then they could finally make a move and not worry about as much about losing each other.

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(Two Weeks Later)

Two weeks later the four Yukitomo siblings were in the kitchen. Fuyumi was grading some papers and Dabi and Natsuo were talking about work and school. Shoto was looking through the mail. There were six pieces of it. Three of them were bills. One was a postcard from one of Fuyumi's friends. The other was a magazine. Finally, there was a letter, for Shoto. From UA.

Shoto slowly opened it without saying anything. Then a small dice dropped out. Then a holographic image popped out of All Might. The other siblings turn their heads and their jaws dropped.

They all sat and listen to the results. In the end, tears ran down the siblings' faces and there was the tightest group hug of their lives. They all smiled and laughed for a good long while. Once all the crying and laughing stopped, and they all let go of each other, Shoto said, "I'm going to UA."

"Yeah, kiddo," Dabi said, hugging him "You are."

Shoto was going to UA, and he was going to be a hero. A hero who helps people, like his siblings helped him, and he was going to better hero than he ever was.