It was a normal day for Class 1-A, everybody piled in Kirishima's room and having a slumber party. Pillows and blankets were in a large clump, forming a mountain of the soft material. The dorm was crowded, yes, but the students made it work.
Really, nothing could go wrong.
Then the microwave lit on fire.
"Bakugo! What the hell?" Kirishima yelled, backing away from the flames that suddenly started to rise. Bakugo started shouting something about his dirty laundry, followed by the disbelieving gasps of Iida, Ashido, Yaoyorozu and Sato. Sero and Kaminari just groaned, while Uraraka and Midoriya tried to grab the attention of the students. Todoroki sighed, shuffling over to the burning microwave and raising his right hand. The flames extinguished almost instantly, leaving a bit of smoke and the ashes of whatever the hell was inside of the microwave inside. The class let out a collective sigh, except for Bakugo, who apparently was pouting over his 'fun' being spoiled.
"A-Ah, thanks, Todoroki! Kacchan can be a real goof sometimes..." Midoriya chuckled. Todoroki shrugged wordlessly, making his way back to his makeshift futon, trying to leave before Bakugo could inevitably start attacking the boy for the insult. The party quickly died down to normal, as if the dorm had not just been at risk of burning down a few seconds ago. Todoroki watched for a bit longer as Ashido, Jiro, Hagakure and Ojiro threw pillows and blankets onto the growing pile, not noticing Bakugo who was stomping towards them. Oh well.
As Todoroki shut his eyes against the incoherent laughter and talking, a wave of thoughts washed over him. Why did Aizawa allow this? What as he thinking? How did the entire class manage to fit into this room? Why is Asui- Tsu on the ceiling? Why did Tokoyami have a bird head? Did any of the teachers smell the smoke from the microwave? Why did Kirishima have a microwave? If he asked Fuyumi to teach him how to ride a bike, would she know how? What was Fuyumi doing at home? Was she and Natsuo eating soba at home? Was Enji eating with them? Never mind, he didn't want to picture that. How did the microwave catch on fire? Did Bakugo just say his name? Wasn't he at the pillow pile? What did he want? What-
Todoroki's eyes snapped open as a soft object landed on his face, followed by total silence. Weird. He sat up, the pillow falling onto his lap. His eyes followed it, before gliding up and resting on his classmate's stunned expressions. Except for Bakugo. Bakugo was just angry. Of course.
"Don't you dare fucking sleep on us after you ruined all the fun, dickwad!" The blond boy yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"Fun-? You set a microwave on fire- hey!" Ashido retorted, suddenly shouting in panic as Bakugo grabbed the nearest thing; Midoriya, and hauling him up above his head. Midoriya started to stammer protests, struggling in Bakugo's firm grip, followed by Uraraka and Ashido's frantic protests.
"B-Bakugo! Please put Midoriya down!" Bakugo simply scoffed and threw the boy at Todoroki, sending the poor boy flying at him. Todoroki stood, quickly catching Midoriya to prevent the boy from injuring himself. He quickly set the green haired boy down, who muttered a quick apology.
"Bakugo, Midoriya is not an object. You could've injured him. Take more responsibility, won't you?" Todoroki said, tone even yet cold. The pale haired boy would never learn, would he?
"'Take more responsibility' my ass, you fucking-" He was cut off by a pillow to his face, which slowly slid off, his face red with anger. The class exploded into light laughter, as pillows started to fly around the room. Todoroki simply stood there, sending his silent respects to the now non-existent pillow pile. He kind of wanted to sleep on it.
"Everybody! Let's make teams!" Yaoyorozu suddenly shouts as a pillow flies past her head, landing on Shoji's chest. The fight halted, as (most) the class turned to listen to Yaoyorozu. After all, she had that type of vibe. Probably.
The teams were even, with Bakugo and Midoriya as the team captains. Todoroki ended up being on Midoriya's team, who was almost at the point of butting heads with the pale haired boy on the opposing team.
"Alright... start!" Yaoyorozu yelled, the war breaking out. Bakugo instantly slammed a pillow into Midoriya's face, knocking him over. He quickly got up though, lashing out his own pillow and pretty much backhanded Bakugo with the pillow. Todoroki's fingers twitched against the fabric of his pillow that Bakugo had thrown at him. Everybody was so engaged, yet here he was, standing and doing anything but socializing.
Iida suddenly appeared in front of him, glasses shining in the light and arms raised, ready to swing a pillow into Todoroki's face. The boy reared back, using his own pillow as a guard as Iida brought the pillow down, slamming it against Todoroki's. The younger boy smirked behind his pillow.
There were no rules, so he was free to do as he pleased. Right?
He slammed a foot down, hands clutching Iida's wrists as ice enveloped the room. His classmates suddenly became stuck in the ice, multiple of them yelling profanities that his father would probably beat him for saying. Iida, now frozen to Todoroki's hands, gasped as the boy pried his own arm from the ice and pulled a pillow along with it, smacking Iida right across the face with it. Iida fell the ground, gasping in over-exaggerated shock and dramatically held a hand over his chest as he lay on the frozen ground.
"What a turn of events, for I, Tenya Iida, has been defeated by Todoroki himself!" Bakugo suddenly growled, using small explosions to thaw the ice. He launched himself at Todoroki, a pillow in each hand. The rest of the class had started prying themselves out of the ice by then, playful chatter breaking out. Bakugo swung the pillows at Todoroki, who was both melting the ice on the ground and dodging Bakugo's relentless attacks.
"Todoroki! Move!" Uraraka yelled suddenly, zooming over to the two and smacking the two pillows that Bakugo carried, forcing them to float up. The blond boy quickly released them, leaving him without a 'weapon.' Kaminari popped up next to Bakugo, smashing his pillow into the boy's face, taking full advantage of the situation.
"Not so scary when you can't use your quirk as a weapon, huh?" Kaminari snickered, continuing to pound the pillow into Bakugo's face.
"The fuck did you just say, headass?!"
"N-Nothing! Wait! Bakugo-!"
"Who said I-"
"Shit! He's gonna blow up the room!"
"Kacchan, calm down- ah!"
"Great job Kaminari! Just had to provoke Bakugo, out of all people!"
"Oh, shut up! "
"-couldn't use my quirk, fucking dunce face, you better-"
"Run!"
"Bakugo! Please refrain from blowing the room up!"
"-get the fuck over here before I shove this pillow up your ass so hard, it'll-"
Todoroki smiled, hands in his pockets.
Maybe this was how a family was supposed to be.
Then the wall blew up.
Well, fuck.
Todoroki woke up to the sound of loud ringing, smoke and blue fire obscuring his view. Blue fire? When did Bakugo's explosions cause blue fire? Debris and dust covered him and the rest of his classmates, who all appeared to be out cold. Great. He groaned, pulling himself up and crawling shakily across the ground. He reached out a hand, grabbing onto the nearest person; Midoriya. The boy's eyes were shut closed, blood steadily trickling down from a shallow cut on his cheek. Todoroki pulled a chunk of debris off of the boy, coughing as he inhaled the smoke.
"Midoriya- Midoriya, wake up." He whispered, slapping the boy's cheek lightly. No response. He turned his head to spot Kirishima, Iida, Bakugo and Yaoyorozu slumped over, covered in dust and debris as well. Uraraka, Kaminari and Sato all lay in a heap, Ojiro and Ashido buried underneath an obliterated bed frame. Not even Bakugo would do something like this- he wouldn't endanger our lives-
"Oh, Shoto! I was hoping to catch you here!" Todoroki froze at the new voice, whipping around to face the figure standing in the frame of what used to be a wall. His eyes widened. Blue fire. Then it must be-
"Dabi!" Todoroki hissed, forcing himself to stand protectively in front of his fallen classmates, spotting Jiro laying by Dabi's feet. Shit.
"Ah, so you remember my name! How wonderful!" Dabi cackled, walking closer to Todoroki, and further away from Jiro. Todoroki instinctively backed up, kicking his heel against Midoriya's ribs gently. Wake up!
"Why are you here?" Todoroki shouted, as loud as possible. Aizawa or somebody must've heard the explosion. They'd be on the way. Meanwhile, he could hold off the villain. Hopefully.
"I'm here for you." Dabi cooed coldly, eyes narrowing. The man walked up to Todoroki's face, palm held in front of the younger boy's face. The blue flames were sparking, right above his left eye, the heat blowing against his face. If he dodged, Midoriya and the others would be vulnerable to attack. If he moved to defend, his face could be burnt off. He could freeze Dabi with his foot, maybe, but the man's reaction time was lightning fast.
"T-Todoroki...?" The small, croaky voice interrupted his panicked thoughts and Todoroki tilted his face just enough to see Midoriya's wide eyes staring up at him.
"Mid-" The flames blew up against his face, fingers grabbing around his scar. Todoroki screamed, jerking his arms up to defend himself, get the fire off, it hurts, it hurts!
Midoriya's frantic yelling was overpowered by Dabi's laughing and Todoroki's screeching, the room erupting in blue and orange flames and ice, the smell of burning flesh filling the small dorm. The palm resting against his face was glowing, the flames engulfing his face.
"Stop! Stop, you're hurting him- Todoroki!"
Ice spread across Dabi's arm suddenly, extinguishing the flames as the man quickly pulled his hand off of Todoroki's face, revealing the blistering burnt red skin, blood soaking his face. Todoroki collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as he curled up into a ball, wheezing. Dabi muttered something, before grabbing the collar of Todoroki's shirt.
"Todoroki!" Midoriya screamed, launching himself up as One for All coursed through his body. Todoroki's eyes fluttered shut, the blinding white pain burning against his eye, the kettle whistling as his mother poured the boiling water onto his face, his unsightly left side.
Dabi hoisted Todoroki up, quickly using the boy as a shield as Midoriya's sparking fist hit flesh, the impact alone sending wind throughout the room, putting out most of the fire. Todoroki yelled as he flew out of Dabi's grasp, blood shooting from his mouth. Midoriya yelled something again, as the noise of crackling flames and fighting slowly tuned out to ringing. Todoroki lay on the ground, blood pooling beneath him. His face- he felt like he was melting. There were gentle hands on his shoulders suddenly, a soothing voice drowning out the ringing.
"-ki, Todoroki, I need you to stay awake! Todoroki! Eyes open! You're okay! Hey-"
He blinked open his good eye to spot the blurred figure of Kirishima kneeling in front of his, shaking his shoulders. He slowly moved his eye to the two figures behind the red haired boy, just in time to see Dabi get launched right out of the room. He glanced over to where the door was, which had been blown out and a tall man dressed in black stood, shouting words, picking up people from the ground and holding two fingers to his ear.
"-there you go! Don't go to sleep, hey- Todoroki!"
Then everything turned to black, and Todoroki lost his grasp on consciousness and he went limp in Kirishima's grasp.