Going Under

10

He saw you as an angel as his saviour. A person that could only have been created from light due to the purity you bestowed in his life. You brought him out of a dark place, helped him when he felt himself becoming emotional or deranged. You were everything he needed to live, and you left him.

'Cause of Endevour.

He hated that man with all his chest, he hated him more than anything, he wished that bastard was dead, he wished he had left him be, then maybe you wouldn't be so angry with him, then you wouldn't be trying to push him away with your indoctrinated rehearsed cult bullshit.

Maybe that strange doctor was correct and the only thing keeping his body intact was his hatred for his father, perhaps this was his destiny and he was ready to die achieving it.

He had no reason to live without you.

" Dabi you have brought your heroes," The Elder claimed, now awake with a bleeding gash at the back of his head, woken up by the fight. Touya was blinded by a deranged fire brewing in his chest, blue flames engulfing his body at the reminder that man existed in the first place. He touched the man, his flames growing hotter realising the man couldn't die silently he was a complainer till the very end.

Touya had his eyes on one person and that man was in the heart of the fray, commandeering the heroes into destroying your home. He thought heroes weren't supposed to attack civilians. 

"Hot!" Midoriya claimed, sharing a look at Bakugou then looking at the blue flame user, stalking angrily to his father, while his skin darkened, a sharp deadly smell of burnt flesh plucking at their noses.

"Fuck we can't get close enough to help!" Bakugou complained, the heat being too much as one of his grenandes exploded in his face, obscuring his vision.

"What's wrong with him why does he look so mad at Endevour,"

"Icy hot's going to help, I'm sure he'll succeed." Bakugou complimented, realising how upsetting the situation would now become.

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"Touya, turn off your quirk." Enji yelled at him, seeing the blazing heat crisp the wood of the surrounding cabins.

Touya ignored his father, he had become very good at it. He ignored him now more than ever as he got ready to defeat the satanic being that scared you. He would die achieving this, he didn't care if his body succumbed to the flames. He'd lost you and you were his everything, what would dying do?

Touya trudged over, his flames growing as his mind became more deranged, his skin drying and peeling from his bone, feeling completely gone. The milky white texture of his unmarred skin, becoming a ghastly scabbed texture.

Endevour became worried, fire stopped erupting from his body as his brows furrowed, he winced as the flames grew but ignored the way the heat burned him. "Touya turn it off now you're hurting yourself!" The man shouted as Touya drew his fist back, copying his father's technique for flashfire fist.

Enji Todoroki stood still, in disbelief his son would raise a hand against him. Then a bone chilling chuckle left Touya's lips, the demented noise startling the few heroes trying to get close enough to the boy, calling for fire based quirks to assist.

Shoto was the first on the scene, cooling himself with ice countering the blaze. He hadn't seen his brother so crazed, so irresponsive to Endevour of all people. Shoto was faster than Touya, he knew that he was better than Touya in every way and he knew that Endevour wouldn't have it in him to fight back when it came to Touya due to the guilt he felt for the way he turned out.

He ran between the two blocking Touya's view of Endevour the best he could. Touya seemed to be awoken from a trance staring at his brother with a deadpan look, annoyed he got in the way of him trying to kill a fly.