Shoto + League Of Villains Stories

👄Tell me About it📝

Yes I'm being a basic bitch but just shhhush your pretty little face hole and let me live my life
And yes Shoto's age is different: he's a little older than Toga instead of younger.

Encounter 1:

The sun had just begun to rise, the dreary morning sky looking paler and more cloudy than was per usual this time of year. The concrete ground made click-clacks with each step Todoroki took upon it, the sounds both making his stomach churn and his mind grow blank.

Class would start in about fifteen minutes, but he wouldn't be arriving today. Or any other day for that matter. His bedroom would remain as it is with an unfinished letter stuffed into the desk drawer and the box still kept underneath the closet's floorboards. Today was the day it would all finally end.

Mother has been gone for about six years now, all this time his father's abuse kept growing worse and worse day by day. No matter how many times he tried to plead--scream at him that becoming a hero wasn't what he wanted, Endeavor would not take no as an answer.

'You are my perfect creation, ' Endeavor would commonly say after Shoto tried to change his mind, 'your destiny is to become my successor and surpass All Might. You will become the #1 Pro Hero Shoto, whether you like it or not..'

It eventually hit Shoto that changing his father's mind was not possible; the man would only be like that of a broken record, spewing out the same answer over and over again no matter how many times Shoto made his point that he wanted nothing to do with heroes. His previous childish admiration for them vanished the day mother burned him. Hell, it could've been earlier than that..

Siblings who also lived with him were basically nonexistent. Touya died before mother left, leaving Shoto truly the only option for Endeavor's successor. Fuyumi and Natsuo were both either always caught up in their studies or hanging out with friends. Not that Shoto could blame them too much; if he had the choice he'd barely come home.

One of the biggest rules in the house was that Shoto wasn't allowed to talk to his siblings mor could he have friends. Anymore he felt secluded in his own mind, no one to talk to or relate to, not even his own siblings wanted anything to do with him. They hated him, blamed him, ignored him.

Although school was in a way an escape from his terrible home life, it wasn't exactly any better. The kids found him..odd. They were freaked out by his expressionless face and cold unfeeling voice. They called him creepy for how he talked and acted. And just recently began fearing him after Shoto put a squirrel out of its misery.

It was only in human nature that all this accumulated in bullying. Pushing in the halls, balls of scrumpled up paper with death threats written inside thrown at hin during classes, being tripped in the lunch room, stones and chunks of wood thrown at his head at recess, the whole shabang.

No more, he couldn't take any more.

Making it finally to the bridge far above the large body of water below, where most refused to trudge because most cars came barreling down during rush hours. Shoto knew no one would immediately think to look for him here. Nearby was the amusement park and anyone who was vaguely familiar with him knew that he hated crowds. Hated people in general.

Todoroki readied himself to slip his bookbag from his shoulder when he came to a sudden stop. Leaning on the the railing of the bridge was petite, fair-skinned girl, with long blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders.

What looked to be her shoes were laid down beside where she stood, as did an envelope.
' Small world...' Shoto thinks to himself as his head tilts, a weird feeling coiling up inside his chest. Was this pity or fear? Confusion or amusement? No matter what it was Todoroki did not like it, not one bit.