Todoroki POV
I entered my house to find that I was alone. Which was fine. I was glad that Endeavor wasn't home. He came home while I was eating dinner. I felt his overbearing uncomfortable presence as soon as he entered the house.
"Shoto, did they talk about the internships today?" he asked, making me feel like a child under interrogation.
"Yes," I responded while avoiding I contact by focusing on my food.
"And of course you picked me." My throat went dry as panic took over. I could feel his piercing gaze. He made me feel small with no will of my own. He correctly took my silence as a no. that made him angry.
"SHOTO! LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!" he yelled, banging his hand on the table. I looked up and saw his beard and mustache were in flames. I winced at the sight of him angry.
"YOU WILL PICK ME FOR YOUR INTERNSHIP. GOT THAT?!" all I could do was give a scared nod. It would be hell to chose him and it would be hell if I didn't. If I did the hell would just be a week, and I would learn to control my fire. I made up my mind that I had to choose Endeavor. It was the only logical thing to do. Of course, that doesn't mean that I had to like it. My hand was shaking when I handed in the slip the next day.
