⨌ NOT QUITE HIS COPY ⨌ !discontinued!

⨌The beginning⨌

!JUST A FEW INFOS BEFORE WE START!
When the font is like this it is bad/intrusive thoughts.

Some people say that to tell a story we have to start from the beginning, so that's exactly what I'm doing.

Born on August 16th, I'm the youngest child of the Todoroki family: Hanabi Todoroki.

And about my quirk... you'll have to wait.

And yes, that's me when I still had hope and dreams- I meant when I was 5 years old and I was starting school with my older brother Shoto.
Since he's just one year older than me "father" insisted that I went to school with him so his "masterpiece" could protect his "perfect copy".

How disgusting.

I was still a child, a strange and foolish one if I say so myself, and I didn't have a single clue of what my old man was doing to my brothers.

Idiot.

And yet, he only acknowledged when he needed to.
I was just... 

There...

I spent most of my time with my mother and oldest brother Touya, so it hurt me when I saw both of them slip out of my reach.

You could have saved them.

And then, at the age of 7, the training "finally" began.

Wake up.
Tired.

No breakfast.
Fat.

School.
Bullies.

Eat.
Regret it.

Afterschool.
Notes dumped.

Back home.
Late.

Training.
Weak.

Dinner.
Not too much, you're fat anyway.

Homework.
Stupid nerd.

Sleep.
Insomnia.

All over again.
On Saturdays he would make me dress up and force a smile, so he could take me to events.

I was his puppet.

The worst thing is that the people I was closer with started to drift away from me.

First my mom.
She was driven insane by my father at the point where she burnt Shoto's left side, calling it unbearable, and taken to the hospital.
I can only think of what she could have done to me if I was there since I look almost completely like him.

Then my oldest brother Touya.
They say he's dead but I saw him clearly when he ran away from our household, always because of my father.

After that, also my older brother Shoto started avoiding me.
I never really knew why but I thought it was because of that bitter feeling called jealousy.

I always mess up.

It's my fault.

I was 11 when it clicked.
What if I run away?

And so I did.
I was free.
I could be myself.

I didn't think of the impact it would have had on my family.

Selfish.

Hello everyone, this is the author for you.
I hope you like this story and I'm sorry if it isn't that good.
If you have any kind of questions feel free to ask them.
Remember to eat and be hydrated.
Until next time loves.

Author~san.