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"WHERE'S YOUR INVISIBLE FRIEND, SHOTO?"
Shoto rolled his eyes at his older sister, who leaned against their lengthy, white kitchen counter, sipping from a steaming bowl of miso that fogged up her glasses.
"Where's your life, or do really feel the need to pry into mine?" Shoto whipped back, opening the pantry and searching for a packet of soba.
"Oh-ho," Fuyumi chuckled, both well aware it was just a joke. "You're evidently feisty toda- Sho. Soba. For breakfast. Really?"
"Fuyumi."
"Not very nutritious."
"Fuyumi."
"Okay, sorry! I just-"
"I know."
Shoto smiled at his sister's care - she was always doing her best to make sure he and Natsuo were happy and healthy, especially after experiencing the childhood they had. He just wished that he was as close to her as his older brother was, or that he was as close to Natsuo as she was.
He felt so agonisingly seperate from his brother and sister, hating that his father had labelled them as failures and him as the 'Todoroki heir', if he wanted to be that or not.
