AN: I don't own My hero Academia

Don't runaway

It's been several weeks since the divorce. The new smaller Todoroki family have lived a quiet life. Rei and the rest have yet to attempt contact them and Endeavour felt too awkward to attempt to contact her first. They can only hope they are doing well. The family themselves are fine. Both Izuku's and Touya's wounds have mostly recovered and can move around without pain. Although the brothers missed their other siblings, they found time and company with themselves. Touya would join Izuku's study sessions since he was taking a break from training, and had nothing else to do since he was on leave for school as well. They learned together when it was something new for them. They even had desk was set up for him. Sometimes if Touya knew the subject he would act as Arata's assistant teacher. Helping Izuku solve problems or act as a helping hand example. Although the man loved to tease him when the child got some facts wrong. Course Touya retaliated with a red face aggression. Him and Arata butted heads quite a bit.

The two brothers even played more often than they used to. May it be chasing the other around or simple board games they had. It wasn't the same when Fuyumi and Nastuo were around. It felt lonely playing without them. They did manage to drag Arata to play with them a couple of times. The man looked confused whenever they did as if he never played a board game in his life. Which turned out to be true. During the first few games he spent more time reading the manual than playing the actual game. They did try and get their father to join but he become oddly…distant. Even during his own break, he kept himself at arm's reach from his children. It was almost like he was never taking a break to begin with. He was there physically but still felt far. He would watch his children instead of joining them like an outsider. A solemn expression was painted in his eyes. They got darker when they wandered to their scars.

Soon the dreaded day came when Touya asked to resume training. He couldn't use his fire for a while, but he wanted to go back to combat training, so his body wouldn't get lazy. Endeavour was hesitant but still complied.

It was like any other combat session. Father and son trading blow for blow. No fire. Just pure hand to hand combat. Touya was aggressive. Using everything he learned to make hit after hit. Endeavour wasn't as aggressive. He played defensively with a few mock jabs here and there. His eyes looked empty, and his movements were slow. There wasn't any energy. The power he was so known for. Eventually, any energy the man had drained away. He lowered his arms and bowed his head. "Touya…perhaps we should stop for the day."

"Stop! But we just got started!" Touya yelled back furious. His body still locked in a fighting position. "What's wrong with you? You're never like this." This wasn't his father. His father would have pinned into him ground already. Or yell and correct his bad posture. He's been purposely doing the wrong thing so the man would react. Do something. Be anything than this shell that was somehow standing before him.

Instead, Endeavour turned away, "I just think we should stop. You just got out of the hospital."

Touya stomped his foot, "that was weeks ago! I'm fine. We're not even using fire. The doctor said it would be good for me to get some exercise away."

Endeavour's eyes thinned. Shifted away unconvinced. He second guessing this every thought that wondered to his mind. They all ran around in circles. "Even so…"

The boy had enough. This man… whoever he was …wasn't his father. He had no fire in him. No passion. No nothing. It only got worst with time, and he couldn't be angrier. Who was this man? "I don't get you! You've been training me none stop for years. Wanting me to be stronger than you! Than All Might! Here I am trying and you…I don't even know what you are. Like seriously who are you because I'm not seeing any fire. All I see is a sour old man."

"That's enough." Endeavour snapped back with only a fraction of his legendary rage. "Go do something else," he said simply, almost defeated, before turning way.

Touya gritted his teeth and balled his fist to white. His body heated red as strands of steam waved over his skin. "Don't run away from me!" he screeched. Flames burst from his body with their new blue hue.

Endeavour froze. Eyes widen. Painted with familiar fear. His heart came to a standstill. Move he thought. Just move!

Splash!

Suddenly a metal bucket found it's place on Touya's head completely covering half his face. Only unamused mouth left to be seen. His entire upper body was soaked. At least it got rid of the flames. "I thought things were a little heated, so I came prepared." It was none other than Arata slyly smiling by the doorway. He was holding a small towel and some folded clothes. At least he was nice enough to provide that much. "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold," he said with mischievous glee while holding the items towards the boy.

The child made a growling noise that was only enhanced by the bucket still on his head. He snatched the stuff and marched out. He complained the whole way while mumbling the word 'stupid' every other sentence. He showed his frustration further by slamming the door behind him. He should have stayed with his brother.

With the boy gone, Endeavour turned his attention to Arata. "Shouldn't you be with Izuku?"

"He's sleeping at the moment, and I didn't want to disturb. He's been very tired recently," Arata explained. The child was young and was having a surprisingly harder time recovering than his brother. Maybe because he wasn't used to burn marks the itching kept him up and disrupted his sleep pattern. That and sometimes the child would wake up in the middle of the night and rush to his brother's room in tears. Crying that he was scared to lose him again. They found the boy's sleeping together more often.

"I see," Endeavour replied. His gaze then wondered to the door following the steps his eldest son took. He couldn't help but think. It was all he was doing since his divorce. The more he debated with himself the more his inner fire wavered and dim. "Can you take care of Touya for me. There's some…errands I need to run," he asked with a lump in his throat.

Arata carefully scanned the man with a cold gaze. He huffed. "Very well."

Touya came back with his new set of dry clothes and a towel around his neck. The bucket was gone. He may or may not have thrown that darn thing as far as possible out the window. Then he noticed something odd. Arata was sitting in the middle of the room. Before him was a tea party set. Complete with a small metal kettle enough for 3 cups, a porcelain floral plate topped with cookies, and a matching teacup and saucer. That wasn't the weird thing though. What was weird was the fact that his father was missing. "Where's my dad?"

"He ran away," Arata answered while taking a sip of his newly brewed tea.

"Of all the…grrrrr," not a second later, the child went on a rampage. He screeched on the top of his lungs while he ran across the room like a maniac. His frustrated steps thundered across the woodened floor. Shaking the planks with his rage. He punched the wall, kicked them even, leaving behind a small smoking residue. They were lucky this place was fireproof. He knocked down nearby equipment. Allowing them to crash and scatter scuffing the polished floors. He even pulled his own white hair twisting and flaring his body around. The awkward movement caused him to go off balance and he crashed head up from the floor. That was the end of his little tantrum.

Arata placed a second cup by the child. "Feeling a little better?"

"No!"

"Points for honesty," he cheered while forcedly stuffed the child's mouth with a cookie.

Angrily, Touya scoffed down the cookie and twisted his body up until he sat cross legged in front of the teacher. His back was slumped while he hammered a fist at the floor. Making the cup jump on its saucer. "I just don't get it. He wanted me to do this ever since my quirk appeared. Now he's acting like he doesn't. What the hell!"

"He's just worried about you," Arata tried to explain, taking away the cup and saucer before the child had the opportunity to break that.

"So, he's looking down on me!"

Smack!

"No," Arata snapped while forcing his kettle on the child's head. If he was going to be this heated might as well use that heat for something useful. "It shows he cares and it's best you understand that," he warned while pouring himself another cup. Touya couldn't disagree more. He hated the unusual sudden treatment. It felt so much more like mocking all the work he has put in thus far. Like it amounted to nothing, and he was too weak to continue. It was easy for anyone to notice the child's displeasure. His posture says in all. Hunched down, arms crossed and pouty face. "Touya tell me, do you want this? Being a hero that is," the teacher asked while staring into his cup. The reflection he saw made him think. Should he bother himself with this child. While he did say he would teach him, but he never had much of an interest in the child at the beginning. He was just that a child. He wasn't worth remembering let alone pay attention to. So, he ignored him focusing solely on his little student. In hindsight that was a mistake on his part. If he paid closer attention perhaps things would be different.

"Of course. I have to," Touya groaned back while smacking the kettle away from his forehead.

"Having to and wanting to a very different things," the teacher corrected, taking his kettle back. He knew as well as anyone what it was like. Just in a different matter. "You know I once forced… on the hero's path somewhere around your age…I think."

Now that was curious. Touya didn't know much of Arata. Their paths rarely crossed until recently. Both barely acknowledging the other's existence. All he knew him as was his little brother's weird tutor as well as being complete pain. So often he wanted to punch that smug face. "Your dad forced you to be a hero?"

Arata shook his head. Still wearing a smile only sadder. "No…I don't think so. I can't remember my parents."

Guiltily, Touya hunched back. "You're an orphan?"

"I don't remember that either," he replied with a laugh.

The child raised an eyebrow as his face scrunched up with an odd expression. His siblings called the man odd, but he didn't think he was this odd. "You are not making any sense right now."

The child's blunt comment made him laugh harder. "I suppose it would sound that way. Either way. I never wanted that path, but I was forced to deal with it. I never had this fulfilment when doing heroic deeds as many other heroes claim to have. What's the point in saving a stranger and getting praised? Those words are hollow all things considered. What happens when your roles are reverse? Would they help me? If not, why should I bother to help them…remembering them." The more he talked the sadder he sounded and the deeper his voice got. His hand creep up to his chest once again clenched on his treasured locket. His smile thinned while his eyes dulled. "When you don't want to do something, but are forced to do that despite it…it's quite miserable. It comes to the point you'll hope it will end."

Touya's curiosity was peeked further. "Then why are you a hero?"

"Simple. It's because it's the only thing I'm good at. All I've ever learned. It's been drilled into me for years whether I liked it or not. I could never forget those lessons. I'm just lucky that knowledge can transfer to teaching," he explained sounding more like his chipper self.

"Oh" Touya wanted to ask more but the aura around the man told him it was best he didn't. So, he kept silent while sitting just a little bit closer to the man. "I want to be like dad. I want to be closer to him. He was always to cool to me. A scary cool but still so cool," he admitted. Even as a young child before his training started the hero always interested him. The way he towered over everything and defeated every villain was such skill and strength. This powerful man was his father, but because he was so powerful there was always this lingering fear. It was like he was unapproachable. The child was undeserving to be in his presence. Even his siblings and even his mother stayed a good distance away. So, he did the same until his quirk finally came. This man looked at him. Told him that he could be just like him but better. He acknowledged him and Touya would be lying is he said he didn't like it. The choice was obvious. He had to accept the offer. Just to be close to this powerful being he looked up to for years. "Becoming a hero seems the only way to make him look at me." he whispered. It was the reason he was born. So why was he… "This is so infuriating!" the child screeched some flames flickering off his skin.

"Anger, Touya." Arata scolded. "The doctors said not to use for flames for at least 3 months. Don't make me get another bucket."

"I know. I know I just can't."

"Control it?" Arata finished almost smugly. "I'm very much the same at times. Things start flying or I hear things I shouldn't have. That's what happens when your force to test your quirk to the limits to the point of breaking." His voice become low again while he gripped on his locket grew tighter. He glanced over at the child in thought. It became clear that he couldn't ignore this one anymore. "If it's control you lack then control you should learn. Even more so if you have a power than can damage you or those around you. Observe." He took out a pencil form his pocket letting it float in his hand. It looked stranger than usual. The pencil didn't have as bright of a glow around it, and it wobbled in place as if it was only being hung in place by a silk thread. "My power requires a balance of control," the pencil explained for him as the force of gravity overwhelmed it. The glow shattered and fell right into Arata's palms.

Touya nodded, vaguely understanding what the teacher was saying.

"Depending on the amount of force I attach on an object will determined if I can elevate it. A weak force will make the object unstable making it more likely to break out of my quirk. However too much." The pencil the glowed again hovering above the man's hands. Things were different this time as the glow around it was much brighter. The pencil stated perfectly in place but not for very long. As the glow around it brightened it shattered. "The object breaks," Arata finished his little lesson ominous with a smile.

Gulping at the scene Touya's eyes raked at the tiny remains of the pencil. It was nothing but chips and splitters. If that was a person…he'd rather not think about it.

"You're right it would be an unfortunately gruesome scenario." Arata said with an uncomfortable chuckle. "This is even more prudent to be aware of your capabilities and how to control them."

This man the boy glace at his scars. How rough they become and the pain he had to endure then they were healing. His mind then wondered to his little brother…and his near matching scars. Instinctively, he gripped his scared forearm and twisted it. He wanted it to hurt but he couldn't feel a thing no matter how hard he squeezed it. "Have you ever hurt someone with your quirk?"

Arata paused for a moment or two then shrugged carelessly. "Maybe. I can't really remember. Wouldn't be surprised if I had."

Any semblance of gloomily regret that bubbled over the boy face soon switched to pure annoyance. "Is something wrong with your brain, weirdo."

"Yes, thanks to the nature of my quirk my memory isn't so great." Arata replied with such a carefree tone. Touya couldn't argue or complain anymore. Only stare in shocked confusion. It was a very amused expression for Arata. "Now back to control. Once you master it enough you can potentially get creative with your quirk in less destructive ways. Like so." The teacher fished out another pencil from his pockets to be his example victim. Once again, the pencil glowed and hovered in place. Unlike the last example the pencil glowed brighter at its centre. Then it snapped cleanly in half. The two pieces then floated around. One chasing the other in circles. Touya watched in curious awe. It truly was a clean snap with minimal damage seen on the cross section. Aside from it being broken in half. "I only focused on one pressure point with my quirk. Causing it to break cleanly."

Yes, that did make sense but left one question unanswered, "how does this relate to my quirk?"

"Not much but I help you make a start. Most quirks react to emotions and if you can control them, you can control your quirk. Then get creative after. There is a tick I learned that might help you." Touya perked up slightly as asked what it was. The answer was simple. "Meditation." Although the child looked unconvinced. "Just close your eyes and take deep breaths. Follow my lead." So, the child copied the teacher's seated position before closing his eyes. He started with a few breathing exercises with Arata coaching and correcting him. In time Touya did felt a little calmer. Soft pride shined in Arata's eyes. Perhaps this would be interesting. "You're getting the hang of it. Keep going like that."

Endeavour came back to the unusual sight of his eldest son and his other son's teacher seated face to face across each other. Hands on their knees and breathing in sync. Both had a peaceful smile on their faces. It looked…oddly perfect. A pristine scene of student and teacher. Eventually, Arata noticed him and greeted him, "There you are, Endeavour. You sure were taking your time with those errands."

"What are you two doing?" he asked.

"Meditation. I thought it might help clear Touya mind."

"I think it kind of worked," the boy chimed happily.

"I see," Endeavour said with a pause. He gazed at his son. More so at the scars on his body. Then he turned to the teacher. "Arata, I'd like to talk to you in private for a moment." The man agreed and the two of them left the room asking Touya to stay put for a moment. Continue with this breathing exercise.

Once the door closed behind them, Arata turned to his boss curiously with smile. "So, what is it you want to talk about?"

"I'd like you to take over Touya's training. Indefinitely."

Any semblance of a smile dropped from Arata's face. His eyes grew wide in warning, "…excuse me? Indefinitely?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No. But you should have" Arata snapped back. It was rare but this might be the first-time Endeavour seen the man irritated. His smiling eyes were twitching. Soured to a frown. "What makes you think this is a good idea now of all times? Touya needs and wants you right now. I can't completely takeover his training. You still need to be a part of it."

Endeavour turned away from the teacher guilty. He made some distance between them as he stepped away. "My teaching style is…inadequate," he painfully admitted.

"Then make it adequate!" Arata roared his voice getting 10 times deeper. He coughed at the sudden change and pinched at his windpipe. That didn't matter now but he tried to turn back to his usual pitch. "Your style isn't redundant, Endeavour. Touya needs a flame user to fully understand how to master it. Who better than you! The number 2 hero? You just need to be aware of Touya's limits." It was still a little deeper than usual and sounded less in control and more flustered.

It was hard not to notice the change. Arata's voice was usually so high and chipper. "…did your voice get deeper?"

"Forget about my voice!" Arata's voice remained deep with a growl. For a brief second his eyes glowed fiercely and one of the picture frames on the wall fell with a crash. Both men glanced at it for a second. Arata did managed to spat out an apology before leading into the hero. "Look Endeavour, you're new in teaching children I assume. It's a bit tricky not going to lie. If only all students were as studious as Izuku life would be a dream. I was a literal plank of wood the day I started. Heroics laws can be dry. Most of them fell asleep until combat training. Sure, showed them a thing or too but that's beside the point!" the teacher had to take a deep breath to reduce his on growing blood pressure. This was slowly giving him an unexpected headache. He clamped down at the hero's shoulders and forced them to look him in the eye. They needed to hear this. "You need to continue your training with Touya. He'll be devastated if you don't. You're his father for crying out loud."

Guilty, the hero turned away and brushed the other's hands away. "It's for the best," he whispered. Then he turned his back and walked away.

"Endeavour," Arata called out hopeful. But the man did not look back. Panicked, the teacher stared forward, his arm outstretched in the vain attempt to reach the hero. "Endeavour, wait." The hero still did not look back. Furious, Arata gritted. His eyes glowed once again this time with a target in sights. "I said wait!"

Endeavour found himself encased in blue light. It kept him in place. Like some sort of force was wrapped around every inch of him. He could feel this glowing force pushing against his skin. That was the problem. This light. It was weak. It irritated him in a way that his teacher thought he could stop him with such a weak force. That he could contain him. Endeavour. Without even trying. The hero clenched his fist. Rage bubbled to the surface. Mixed in it was pure frustration. It didn't take long for it all to combust.

Bang!

The sudden force completely surprised Arata. It strong enough to break out of his quirk and slam him to a wall. It was rare for him to find someone that could overwhelm in like this. Even if the force he used was weaker. "AHH!" he screamed as he collided with the hard surface. The pain forced him to groan while he slid on his knees. A massive shadow soon casted over him. There was this dread of familiarity of it. His quirk getting broken and was forced to his knees. It's been a long time, but he still remembered that much. Along with the pain that came after. How it annoyed him that was one of the few things he still remembered before he became Arata Darewell. His eyes dulled till they looked empty. His head propped up meeting the heated eyes of Endeavour.

Smoke whistle out of the hero nostrils. He clicked his tongue while turning up his nose. "I think you've forgotten your place. If I remember correctly, I'm your employer. That means you must follow what I have to say. Understand?"

Yes, this was very familiar. "…I understand," Arata replayed weakly. Almost sounding robotic.

"Good." Once again, Endeavour walked away.

Arata felt numb. It was a type of numbness he could never forgot. That cold pitch-black room. Just waiting mindlessly for the next set of orders. At times he waited for weeks. Sometimes not even an hour would pass before he was commanded to go out again. Weather he went out or waited it didn't matter. Nothing mattered because he had no control. His head dropped completely down. The imaginary weight of his old chains pulled him down. He felt so heavy. Maybe he should let things go. That's how he always did it. Let it go and forget. Listen and follow. It's none of his business anyway…

In the corner of his eyesight in saw something shining in his darkening vison. It was an object he always kept close to him so he could never forget. The simple heart shaped locket given to him by his beloved. He could almost hear his voice:

"You're asking me why I bother to help strangers? That's a weird question. I just like helping people. Who knows? That stranger might become someone very important to me."

With the voice of the past refused to leave his mind. The light in his eyes returned. He thought back to the odd family he tangled himself up with. He only came and stayed for one member but now things were different. A stranger becoming important. If that's the case, shouldn't he at least try to do something. Weakly, his arm fought against gravity. Desperately, trying to reach a man that was getting further and further away. "I'm not their father." He said as loudly as he could. He couldn't be certain if his words could reach them either. If they could. Even if it's just a little bit maybe they could affect something. "I can't replace you. You know that right?"

Endeavour paused yet he didn't turn back. After a minute pass he began walking way again.

AN: well, this was an interesting one…will you all believe me if I tell you the next one is the last event. Of this season at least.

A friendly dude – yeah…it got heavy in some points.

Cyber-RK18 – you seem very keen with this sexually thing. As a said in a previous comment so long as it flows in the story and is not forced, I would even do pairings I'm not too fond of. Which is the case for Touya. I won't say what he is and really it shouldn't matter. It will be a little complicated. Touya isn't going to have a smooth love life.

Harleking31 – I suppose so long as you don't over work yourself. The quirk would be a lot weaker though without …over working yourself. The green eyes even more reason for Arata to grow attach to Izuku. Now why he hates All Might over Endeavour is simple. All Might spreads the image that he can and will save everyone so long as he's there. It's what he's known for. So long as All Might is there to save the day everyone will be saved…Arata knows his is complete crap as Sai is dead. All Might was there, yet Sai still died under his watch. There is a little more to this story that I will get into, but I will give the same hint as last time. If All Might failed why isn't anyone talking about it? You'd think the media would be all over this.

DragonFyre707 – can't say I know who that is. I haven't seen seven deadly sins, but I hear it's pretty good story wise.

Liziliza – yeah…I will get into how Sai died in the future along with what Izuku will become.

Random65 – you are correct.

Jhspzhihzahyk – you know I probably can. I've been playing this movie in my head about how those two interacted before the incident. All the little struggles and cute mundane adventures. I could make a spin off but unlikely. Could also be its own original plot with some changes and maybe Sai wouldn't have to die. For now, I will be expanding on this mainly about Sai's death in the future season.