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The todoroki mantion, year 2010

it had been a long training session. It was six in the morning, and shouto was ready to go back when he heard giggles and shouto was intrigued.

You see, in the todoroki household laughter and joy wasn't a usual occurance, shouto barely heard from his siblings anymore eversince he turned five.

"Bye-bye, mama," fuyumi had said in such a sweet voice that shouto was compelled to look through the door, separating him and his siblings.

"Bye honey, have a nice time at school," she said, waving goodbye as she watched her children leave. The smile she had portrayed a second ago had disappeared, and she sighed, still staring at the door.

"Mama?"

"Oh hi shouto." her face was still crumbled up. She wasn't smiling anymore. "Are you hurt?" She asked.

"No..." He answered. He was hurt. His stomach hurt from a previous punch, but he could hear the hesitance in her voice.

She was so close yet so far away.

"Okay," she said solemnly, "Mommy is going to sleep for a bit, okay?"

"Where did they go?" He asked.

"Shouto, I'm tired. Please." Please? He hadn't done anything wrong. He hadn't said anything that could have offended her in the slightest. Where was the bright and shining woman his siblings got to spend time with? Why was he the only one to get this version of his mother?

"Okay. I'm sorry I'll go to bed. "

"Good," she answered.

Shouto was left all on his own after the most ruthless night of his life. Everything hurt. The pain was engraved in his bones and nerves. He wasn't just physically hurt, but his heart also did. Why couldn't mother smile at him like she used to before?

Todoroki mantion, year 2012

Shouto was now seven, and once again, he was in the bathroom treating his own wounds after yet another painfully long training session.

He wasn't complaining, though, as it was the only moment he had the freedom to be so close to his siblings.  He was one room away. He always listened to them as they got ready for school (another word shouto had learned in his recent years.

Mama was gone, and so was Touya, which was okay since none of the two ever liked shouto in the first place. Mama had burned him. Touya tried to kill him. It was obvious that the problem was him and not the other two. Father still sat at his brother's shrine even two years after.

Shouto had always wanted to go to school, but endeavour had always shown that it wasn't for him. Shouto was born to be a pro hero, and that was his only purpose in life. Shouto shouldn't distract himself with such trivial things such as school, shouto knew better.

His father's voice still rang in his ears, and shouto tried to sash of the blood on his chest with a warm cloth just like his mother used to do.

He cried as silently as he could just to hear his siblings laugh and giggle at the breakfast table before leaving for school.

Todoroki mantion, year 2015

Shouto was now ten, eight years till he was considered a grownup. A lot had changed since he was seven. A new nanny came and took care of fuyumi and natsuo, and they were transfered to the west side of the house, leaving shouto completely isolated from everything he knew.

Shouto no longer took advantage of his wounds to hear his siblings talk and laugh. He could no longer pretend he was with them at the breakfast table as they got ready to leave the place shouto had never left.