Shoto + League Of Villains Stories

🧑‍🦳Whitening Hair💇🏻

Todoroki stood in his private bathroom inside his dorm room, staring at his hair with absolute hate. His sunken in eyes, caused by malnourishment, mental trauma, and massive amounts of stress he had been under lately, gave Todoroki's gray and turquoise eyes a deranged look to them. His finger gripped tightly at the sink's counter, turning the pads of his finger tips white.

The roots on the left side of his hair had begun to turn white, caused most likely by all the stress that arrived off of Hero training, keeping the secret that Tsu and him were the UA traitors, trying to keep his family life as peaceful as possible, and putting up with pretty much everyone at UA. ' Things were fine before what happened, ' Todoroki thought to himself, grip growing tighter and tighter, nails digging into the granite counter, "before Dabi.."

Even before Dabi's big revealing of himself to be Todoroki Touya, Shoto never really got along with him. Shoto found Dabi...well, he considered him to be a major douche and very messy with his crimes. Now, knowing he was related to someone he hated with a passion, and beginning to resemble him, it made Todoroki angry. Extremely angry. And it wasn't just about his hair, his flames had begun to r achieve high heats that could burn bright blue.

The image of Touya from Shoto's memories showed the eldest child's remaining red going white from his own stress. With that sudden picture seeming to be right in front of Todoroki's eyes, he felt a sudden pain as a few of his nail broke off due to the force they were under, and his opposite hand rose up and punched his mirror with enough force to shatter the mirror into pieces. Glass shards dropped into the sink, blood dripping everywhere.

Cooling off some, Todoroki saw what he had done and went for some bandage wrapping he had under his sink. He wrapped his scratched up knuckles, which burned by the slightest touch. As for his now nailess finger, Todoroki just used some cleaning alcohol and an adhesive bandage. Todoroki glanced back into the mirror, shame clear and left over aggression on his face. Some mirror shards remained, distorting Shoto's face some.

' I need to go to a store or something, ' Todoroki pondered as he grabbed his wallet, phone, and headphones, ' or maybe ask Kiri-Kun where he got his hair dye stuff.. ' Todoroki noticed a hat his Natsuo had gotten for him, and quickly put it on, stuffing as much of his hair inside of it as he could. Todoroki left his room, moving towards the front doors. But before he reached the doors, he noticed Kirishima talking with Mina. Hesitating at first, Shoto moved swiftly over to Kirishima before his body could automatically force him to go outside.

"Hey, Kiri-Kun?" Todoroki's soft voice caught Kirishima's attention.
The sharp shark-toothed male grinned at Todoroki, "What's up Todo-Bro?"
"I have a...strange question to ask you."
"I love strange questions! Ask away man."
"Where do you get your hair dye?"
"Just from a regular old dollar store," Kirishima's smile fell some, more into a surprised look, "why do you ask?"
"J-just curious..." Todoroki mumbled, his eyes shifting to avoid Kirishima's.

"Shoto-Chan, what happened?" Tsuyu gentle held Todoroki's hand with the bandage finger tip.
"Oh, it broke off. It'll grow back." Todoroki explained.
"Oi, Icy-Hot, what's with the hat?" Bakugou questioned, pointing at the hat on Todoroki's head.
"I-I uh, j-just like the hat.." Todoroki stuttered, pinching the tip of the hat's bill, now really wanting to go outside.

Suddenly, the hat was snatched off Todoroki's head by Denki, who was curious about what it said. "Hey, where did you get this? I've been looking for a hat like this for-" Denki paused, his eyes plus everyone else who was in the room catching a glimpse of Todoroki's hair before his hand flew up to cover it.
"Your other hand is hurt too??" Tsuyu spoke in a hush, mostly to herself than anyone else.
"Wow, guess the stress has seriously been getting to you, eh?" Denki laughed, trying to lighten up Shoto's clear insecurity.