~ Watered Down ~ Todoroki Sibling Reader

~ Chapter Thirty Nine ~

~ (y/n)'s POV ~

It had been almost a month since I was allowed to be alone without adult supervision, and it sucked! Dad was training me harder than he ever has, and most of it wasn't even to help me grow and develop new strategies for my quirk. This past month has looked more like a 'fight to the death' situation more than training. Every day I had left training with countless bruises and scrapes, but luckily, he had never broken any of my bones, but I did have to wear an arm sling for a few days because he dislocated my shoulder. I didn't feel like I was gaining anything from this intense training, I honestly felt like this was all for his personal gain and pleasure, his form of punishment to me because I was sneaking out. 

I spent more than half my day training at the agency, and I barely had enough time to keep up with my schoolwork! And the worst part was that I was basically with my dad all day, everyday. He never left my side, and he did everything in his power to keep me inside! He would stand outside of the bathroom door while I was in there, he put high tech locks on all of the windows and doors to the outside, and he made me follow him everywhere he went! 

It was so damn exhausting and it felt like torture!

I was basically running off of pure hatred and adrenaline for this past month, feeling drained and exhausted at the end of each day. The most recent weeks, I've been throwing up due to all of the overwhelming amount of exercising I was doing and how much stress was put on me to do it all perfectly. My body couldn't take it anymore and it was easy to see.

Fuyumi noticed quite early on what was happening, and made an effort to try and cook me extra food at every meal I was there for. 

I was quite grateful for what she was doing, but my body had just gotten so used to having so little food, that it just so repulsed by it that wouldn't stay down. I felt like I was getting weaker and skinnier, and recently I was starting to see my ribs poke out through my skin and it made me feel more disgusting than I already felt. When I was changing, I had made the effort to lock the doors, but the one time I didn't, Shoto accidentally walked in on me while I was starting to take off my shirt and saw how frail I was. He looked up at me in horror and when our eyes met, I just burst into tears on the spot, collapsing to my knees.

He was quick the run to my side and gently engulfed me in his arms. I still held a grudge against him for what he did, but all of those thoughts vanished during that moment and all I wanted was to have him near me. I gripped onto his shirt and sobbed into his shoulder as he sat there quietly, tears running down his pale face as he ran his fingers through my hair, detangling the matted mess.

It was humiliating for me to have him see me like this, a weak and frail little girl. But he didn't care, he just took me in his arms and held me until all felt calm and I passed out from all of the crying.

Good thing for me, Shoto had started to put more effort than he already was into trying to come with me to training to find a way to stop dad. After a bit, he found a loophole in dad's schedule and he started to sneak his way into dad's 'ring of torture'. Dad knew why Shoto wanted to come, and a first he was skeptical to even bring him along, but after constant pleading on both our sides, he caved and now he was allowed him to come.

This was the first time in a long time that I actually wanted Shoto close to me, but I was skeptical as to let myself get too comfortable around him, but he's a better person to hang out than with dad.

When we arrived at the agency, Dad was quick to get out of the car and head in. I stayed behind to help Shoto out of the car. As he struggled out of the vehicle with my support, there was this question I've been meaning to ask him that was nagging me in the back of my mind. He's been coming here for a total of a week and while he's here, he just looks around at all of the windows and jots down notes in his school book. I found this quite strange, even for him.