TODOROKI
Running away isn't going to do anything. Sadly, it makes me feel better. I continue to walk down the street with no place in mind. I'm hoping no one will stop me. Being Endeavor son is the worst. I don't care what anyone has to say about it. We had another sparring session today and in simplest words, he beat my ass. I refuse to use my fire quirk. He can't make me! I growl as I turn on a street seeing a school come into view. It looks like school is out. I see a blonde who is slouching as he talks to two other guys.
"I'm telling you," he sneers. "I'm going to be the only one in our class to get into U.A." My ears perk up hearing this. We have the active test for U.A. in a year. My god damn father is reminding me of that shit every single day. I don't even need to take the test but my father is not trying to hear that. I roll my eyes knowing they are probably going to let me in because of my father. The blonde makes eye contact with me. "What the fuck are you looking at?" His eyes are ruby red, face in a frown that I know so well. His spiky blonde hair has him looking like a villain slightly. I can tell he is good with hand to hand combat by his stance. Probably has yet to be put on his ass yet. I could be the person to do it but I'm not in the mood. I ignore him as I continue walking. "Fucking weirdo….."
"Isn't that Endeavor's son?" asked his one friend. I quickly duck into the school yard having a feeling he might want to actually fight me because I am Endeavor son. I had enough fighting for one day. I begin to walk the school grounds and it is pretty empty. School probably has been let out for a couple of hours at least. I feel the wind blowing my two-tone red and white strands. I look up at the sky wondering how this summer is going to be. Shit, I already know how it is going to be. Dad busting my ass every step of the way. I'm hoping he won't send me away for harsher training. I look around the schoolyard noticing a boy on the roof.
What the fuck is he doing up there? I look closer to see he is crying while holding some beat up notebook to his chest. His face is red as if he has been crying for hours. Oh god, let me get out of here. I am not one to deal with people let alone emotional people. I start to turn away when the look on his face changes. He closes his eyes as his breathing slows down. He appears to have stopped crying as he opens arms wide. He has the notebook in his right hand. He releases a deep breath before falling forward.
"Shit!" I exclaim. I release ice from my right hand creating a rode in front of me to skate on. I jump on it skating towards the falling boy. As I watch him fall I realize I'm not going to make it. I put my right arm behind me sending out more ice against the road I created to increase my speed. I hold out my left arm as I see him following right where I predicted he would land. The boy's stomach hits my arm with my bringing him in to my chest. I groan from the weight of his body hitting me. I pull hold him close as I jump off of the ice way I created. I'm glad he is not heavy as I cradle him to my chest. I run over to a tree sitting him down lightly. He is coughing more than likely having the wind knocked out of him from the catch. I don't know what to say to him. I don't even know why I stopped him. Why should I care if he dies or not? He begins to breathe slowly now but his body is shaking. I realize it isn't from the shock of falling but he is crying. He looks up at me with his eyes half closed and covered with tears.
"Why….." he chokes out surprising me. What? Is he saying what I think he is? "Why did you stop me…" He hiccups before the tears begin to spill down his face. I hear sirens causing me to look around looking at the trail of ice I left behind. I'm going to get in trouble for using my quirk. Without being a hero or having a license you aren't suppose to use your quirk. I look back at the boy as he completely breaks down crying louder than before. The sirens are getting closer as I begin to run off. I hit the street looking around trying to figure out how to get back home. I remember the way I came passing the police along the way. It takes me almost an hour to get back home. Ugh…..I get home seeing Fuyuki my older sister in the living room. I love my older sister but unlike my brothers, she can be bothersome at times.
My dad just upgraded us to this unnecessary big two-story house. It has 8 bedrooms, a huge dining area for parties, the living room itself could be a damn apartment, don't get me started on the kitchen that is never used unless a hired cook is in it. I swear he got it just so he can brag to people he talks to every now and then. My father doesn't have friends, he barely even talks to our family.
"Shouto…" says Fuyumi soon as I enter the living room. She has that look on her face. That look tells me….
"Shouto!" shouts my father from the hall. I can hear him walking down the hall. I take a deep breath as Fuyumi looks down already knowing this going to be some shit. He enters the room flexing his 269 pounds of muscle. His 6'2 frame is intimidating to most with the scowl he always sports is no better. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"Out," I reply shoving my hands in my pockets. My dad walks into the living room noticing Fuyumi.
"Fuyumi, I didn't know you were home," he replies. At least he isn't scowling at her.
"Yeah for the summer," she mutters. "I think I will be moving back in. The dorms are too much for me."
"Straight A's this past semester?" he asks. Fuyumi nods as I try to sneak away to my room. My dad is not an idiot and catches me. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Your office," I reply. That is where he really wants me to go. I embrace myself for the bullshit to come. My father's office is right before you get to his bedroom, across the hall from his gym where we go to train every single day. My siblings and I have our rooms and the guest room on the second floor. I go into his office, I know not to sit down. I hear the door close and I hold my breath. My father comes to stand in front of me. I look at him waiting for it. I release the breath I was holding when he slaps me hard with the back of his hand.
"You think you can fuck up at training today," he barks. "Runoff after you refused to use your fire quirk and then there is this." My father clicks on the TV for me to see a reporter talking about the ice left behind at the middle school I was at today. Why is this even on the news?
"That could have been anybody," I state keeping my cool.
"Shut the fuck up," he replies. He rubs his temples in agitation. "So quick to use that damn ice quirk." I don't say anything because it is no sense in arguing with him. That is probably more so what he is mad about. Me using my ice or fire. "What the hell happened?"
"Nothing," I replied.
"Bullshit," says dad calling my bluff. "Look at that. All that ice, oh no, something went down." I don't want to tell my dad how I saved a teen from committing suicide. I want to take that secret to my grave. It was something about the guy, the way he cried…..I can't forget the look on his face. I'm not usually effected by people but this was completely different. Maybe it is because a young boy tried to end his life. "Shouto, I will let you have this one but you won't be getting another pass. You're lucky I need you to focus on the test for U.A. You better surpass every single student there. I need you to beat All Might if I don't. Remember what is at stake here." How can I forget? It is all he ever talks about.
My dad is the number two hero. He would be number one if All Might was not number one. All Might is incredible. He is fast, powerful, smart, and even good with people. I use to want to be like All Might but what kid wouldn't want to be All Might. He is everything a hero could want. All of that changed when I presented my quirk and my training began.
"I don't even need to take the test," I state knowing I am going to further annoy him.
"I will deal with you in the morning," he replies. "Get out of my sight." I gladly leave the office heading upstairs to my room. Most teens would probably love my room but knowing what comes with it I don't care. My room is bigger than it needs to be but I do appreciate having my own bathroom and walk-in closet. I head into my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. My dad's handprint is still on my face. I look at the scar over my eye that wasn't always there. I sigh going to turn on the shower. I really could use something to relax my muscles. I get into the shower snarling as I find myself thinking about that kid I saved. I wonder what was so bad that he tried to kill himself.
I come out of the shower toweling off and blow drying my hair because I'm not in the mood to let it air dry. I finish up by applying my favorite lotion walking back into my room to see Fuyumi there. She is sitting at my desk turning in the chair to face me. She notices the mark dad left behind looking sadder than she is already.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "What happened?" I roll my eyes.
"Same old same old," I reply. I walk over to my draw pulling a shirt over my head since I'm dressed in my shorts already. "What's this about you moving back here?" I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to. Our older brothers have the right idea and got the fuck out of here.
"Trying to change the subject?" asked Fuyumi. My sister sighs tucking her white strands with red highlights behind her ear. She looks at me with her serious face as the light bounces off her silver-framed glasses.
"Yes and no," I reply going to sit on my bed. "Seriously though, why are you moving back here?"
"It's more comfortable here," she replies. I just stare at her. "All right, fine. I came back because I want to keep a close eye on you. I'm glad I did. I mean look at what dad did to you."
"This is nothing," I reply. "You know that." Fuyumi stands up walking over to me. I stand up although I just sat down. I don't want her towering over me, I get enough of that from our father.
"Shouto, you're going to be in high school next year," she says looking up at me. "I want you to have a normal life."
"It's too late for that now," I replied.
"It's not too late," she replies. "I will be here, I'm going to help." My sister thinks I'm so wounded, she wants to help me so badly. No one can help me, I will always be alone. No one will ever understand me and that's okay. It makes doing what I have to do a lot easier. To deal with my father…..you have to be heartless.
Author's Note: This story is going to loosely follow the manga/anime story line. I will have some events happen out of order because it fits my story better. This story is different for me that I am actually nervous about posting it. Hope you enjoy it if you stick around.