Todoroki always felt different from his siblings, his father ensured that. But what he pretended not to notice were the sideways glances his mother gave him. They progressively became more fearful, like how she looked at Endeavour. When they were watching tv, or playing a board game, or reading a book, he could almost feel her silently judging him.
He pretended not to notice, telling himself he was imagining things. He never knew the extent of her fear until he overheard that phone call. She looked fearful at him, adrenaline pumping hard through her veins she picked up the kettle and brought it to his face.
He still remembered the scent of Jasmine.