Shouto felt aggravated, irritated for the final time. His father had gone too far this time with his new manner of "discipline". The fiery old hothead himself nearly exploded with fury when he had discovered Shouto had been passing up training time to go out and socialize with friends, of which his father saw as nothing more than "competition" in his plan to mold Shouto into the perfectly-blended hero of fire and ice.
When he spoke his mind with a calm demeanor about how these people, who he truly did see as his friends; weren't an obstacle but helped him build on his own social confidence when out in the world. Of course his father was so stuck-up and inflexible to such an idea he felt the best thing was grounding his son to his room was going to put a stop to it.
Taking a deep, but irritated breath Shouto began to search through his closet for some clothes and equipment to pack up in the suitcase he had rolled out. "If that guy thinks he can restrain me from being sociable and willing to accept other people, then I've had it. His pathetic hopes and dreams for seeing me as a further replacement in becoming an overpowered, envious hothead are to be crushed beneath my icy benevolence. Mom was right, Fuyumi-chan...I'm old and mature enough to stand up for what I feel and my own opinions." Taking a calm breath, Todoroki began to pack up everything and head for the window. He stopped in a freeze of panic just as he was to head out when his door began to slide a bit open.
"Shouto-san...Are you alright?" The voice came softly whispering, its tone gentle and concerning. It was his elder sister, Fuyumi. Fuyumi herself was very nervous and apprehensive with having to deal with the stress in everyday life, which is why she would often work late shifts at her job as a school librarian. She was definitely the closest member of the family Shouto felt he could connect with aside from their mother, as they both saw themselves as philanthropic rebels who didn't care their quirks were intentionally impressive or imperfect. They were just happy being themselves and doing what they felt was moral.
"Yeah I'll be fine onee-chan..." Todoroki reassured her calmly "I've just had enough as I could handle with the egocentric, compulsive old man that is our father. I'm leaving home for good." Fuyumi nearly gasped silently, but then took a sigh s she understood the trouble he was facing.
"Just...be careful out there, alright? The open world is a large, dangerous place. Villains can attack at any time around any corner and I'd hate to know if something bad were to happen to you." Fuyumi informed him with a feeling blended of worry and concern. Shouto softly nodded with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry...I know a very good friend who said anytime I have a problem or a conflict I need some comfort for, to just find him and talk about it." he said with one last look of hope to be free from the contravention his everyday life had been consisting of. As he leapt from the window, he quickly cast a wave of flowing ice to slide down over the courtyard carefully. Once he was out, it disintegrated into nothing more than a stream of water. He began running off west of his home to find the exact person he knew would help him out.
In time, Shouto had managed to arrive at a series of suburban apartments just on the outskirts of the main city. He looked up at the numbers stenciled on the sides of each building. "The second one if I recall..." he said as he slowly walked up the stairs of the second apartment building to check for the right household. Shouto carefully read the address plaques of each home until he made out one that read "Midoriya". Carefully knocking on the door, he stood calmly in hopes someone would answer. "Coming...just, one second!" A curious, but amicable voice responded as they hurried to open up and check themselves. The door unlocked as a set of gentle dark green eyes peeked out from inside.
"Shouto-san?" The voice asked looking around, worried. "I'm sorry to bother you with your time and such, Izuku-san..." Shouto began speaking "But you remember how some time back I told you if I ever was having trouble and anxiety to not hold it in, but come to you and speak up on it? Well...I'll tell you more." he finished. Izuku understood what Shouto was referring to and with a sad look upon he began to open up the door more and welcome for him to not be standing out in the night. Once settled down on the couch, Izuku; along with the company of his mom, Inko had begun to listen as Shouto went on explaining further how he could no longer stay where he was and how ridiculous the reasons his father had been scolding him for when he was doing literally nothing wrong and just trying to establish his own choices.