Author's note: So it's 2 in the afternoon and I'm too lazy to do jackshit right now so I thought,"hey, why not burn away your time by writing a fanfic? At least then you're doing something productive for once in your life"
Welp so here we go. This is my first fanfic and after reading plenty of them myself, I decided to take the plunge and write one on my own. I don't own MHA or any of its characters.

Hope you guys enjoy!

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An ideal society in today's world of heroes can be compared to thorns in a rose bush. It's virtually impossible to avoid those thorns without the aid of an iron fist to clear the entire bush and to start anew.

Those words kept echoing in the mind of the young boy who was currently nursing his frostbitten toe in the dimly lit bar hidden away in the city. His arms and feet were littered with either patches of calloused skin or scratch marks and battle scars. In spite of the successful heist at the bank earlier today, ointment and expensive moisturizer cream could only do so much when you've lived seven years of your life on the run away from what can be described as the devil incarnate who was supposed to be your "father".

In spite of being at the tender age of eleven, young Itsuki Todoroki could only chuckle to himself at the hypocrisy of the hero society of today, namely the man...sorry, thing that was perched on the number two spot in the hierarchy of the Hero's Association of Japan.

Endeavour. The name still left a bitter taste in his mouth, even though he didn't speak the word aloud. He happened to be the biggest and the brightest flower in that bush, even brighter than All Might himself. This just meant that he hid the sharpest thorns amongst the whole lot. Itsuki had learned that the hard way when he was misdiagnosed as quirkless. Which lead to Endeavour molesting him and later his mother right then and there in the living room in all his glory while his poor twin brother Shoto could only watch while Fuyumi was doing her best to nurse his wounds after the whole ordeal.

Itsuki chuckled at the sick irony of it, his father had destroyed his only chance at having a normal life, and yet if it wasn't for him to ignite that raging inferno of hatred in him, he wouldn't have awakened what Sensei described as "one of the deadliest temperature based quirks in the history of mankind". He still remembers that cloudy afternoon, the day when Endeavour threw a flaming punch right at his mother's back, scarring her permanently. That was the day he finally snapped, when he unleashed his quirk with a scream of unadulterated rage, long, jagged blades of ice which could somehow burn everything that it touched, destroying everything in the house.

Endeavour had been harassing his mother again, about how she poisoned his bloodline by giving birth to an abomination, a mutant, a-a-a freak...

His brilliant turquoise eyes, shadowed by his once snowy white hair were now glistening with tears as he still remembered that day...

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"Dad! Please, just get away from her!" Fuyumi wailed to no avail as the number two hypocrite of a hero beat down on the poor, fragile woman laying in a puddle of her own blood on the floor. Her once snowy white locks were matted and stained with her own blood, burn marks were littered on her arms, breasts and back. Brutal as he can be, Endeavour had never once used his quirk against any of them.

"Get off me, wench!" Endeavour roared as he elbowed her in the ribs so hard that she collapsed from the pain. Turning his back to what was left of his mother, he flexed his arms, ready for another round. "Hmph. This should serve as a good lesson for you to give me better results next time from that hole between your legs. I am not going to have a mutate as the heir to the Todoroki legacy."

Itsuki couldn't take it anymore. Just as his "father" raised his leg for the final blow, he jumped from his hiding spot as he felt something burning within him, desperate to pounce like a hungry tiger.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" he screamed as glowing shards of that mysterious ice bursted from his body, skewering everything in his path and threatening to bring down the entire building. Endeavour jumped away in shock and fear, but Itsuki was having none of that.

"RRAAAGHH!" he screamed as he charged at Endeavour, superheated steam pouring off his body like a comet tail, propelling him forward. Endeavour raised his arms, the flames turning to blue as he prepared to strike down his own son.

But before he could land his supercharged fist into that flaming son of a whore, he saw a blur of white and red with tattered clothes, coming in to embrace him, to prevent him from becoming a devil himself, to soothe him.

And then he saw blood. Blood which would stain him forever.

His punch had gone right through his sister.

His mind had gone blank, it refused to believe.

He refused to believe that he had become a thorn in the bush. A thorn sharpened by his father.

But his sister still smiled, smiled down at him, her eyes filled with forgiveness. In spite of what he did, what he had become, his sister still smiled. His flower, the only flower without thorns still smiled at him with those forgiving eyes, embracing him with the last of her strength.

And then his flower wilted.

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He was snapped out of his thoughts when the door creaked open and a man wearing a posh suit with a metallic collar walked into the room. His face was nothing but purple mist, with yellow glowing eyes. "Ah, Todoroki-kun, I see you're back from your mission." His voice was baritone and polite, which prompted the younger boy to look up.

"Kurogiri-san! You're back already?"

"Indeed I am. Sensei told me that you momentarily lost control of your quirk again and injured yourself so I thought I could wait here with first aid equipment before you came, but seeing as you're already here..."

"It's alright, just another minor frostbite like last time, nothing too serious", Itsuki said with a sigh.

"Nothing too serious?! Young man, if you're not careful, you'll end up losing one of your limbs these days! As it is, 40% of the total population suffer from frostbite every year and I will not have you increase that-"

"Jeez, calm the fuck down! I swear, all you need now is a solid pair of boobs and some thigh fat and you would be a perfect single mom-mmph!" he was rudely interrupted with
a bar of lemon soap in his mouth.

"Young man, you just earned yourself sweeping duty and a ten page essay on good habits and behavior!"

"mghh mmph mmmmgh!"
(translation: See?! You just proved my point, ya dumbass!)

Kurogiri sighed as he pulled out the bar of soap. "Anyways, get yourself cleaned up. Sensei and the others are on their way back now."

A.N.: So yeah, Fuyumi is dead in this universe and I may have made Endeavour more brutal and villainous than he is in canon, but just keep reading the story and you'll understand why I made him hate quirkless people so much.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the story (it was an idea at the back of my mind)
and reviews would be appreciated XD