|| S O L D T O T H E H E R O C O M M I S I O N || Youngest Todoroki

T H R E E

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The mystery man shut the trunk of the car after placing the last luggage inside, dressed in a classic tuxedo and a black tie, with black shades and an earpiece. He looked intimidating, but not as intimidating as Endeavor.

Who was dragging the half-asleep little girl through the halls of their house? He had rushed her to put her shoes on and started dragging her. He slid the door open to the outside and continued to drag her out of the house she wouldn't be entering for a long time. The three elder siblings who were in their slumber, oblivious to the event unfolding. Unaware this was the last morning they'd be in the same house for a while.

The now awake girl sat in the back of the black fancy, tinted windows car. The window rolled down enough to view her unreadable expression. Endeavor handed her a box, she took it without question.

"Open this later. Don't disappoint me," Endeavor said coldly. The window was rolled up by the mystery man in the front with a single click of a fancy button. Who slightly grimaced at the feeling of a blue stare, which was surprising for him because he rarely got frightened.

The car rolled onto the highway, on its way to the Hero commission base, which held all that a 'trainee' such as Kestueki would need. 

She glanced down at the box she was holding and slowly opened it. Revealing a phone, she sighed. She didn't want this, but given the situation, she knew she had no choice. She clicked the phone on, tapping open a few tabs before realizing she had a single contact, 'Father.' It had one message under it that read, 'Don't disappoint me. You're a Todoroki. But the commission will most likely change you're name anyway.'

She sighed again, not bothering to respond as she shut the phone off, turning her focus to look at the passing world before her outside the window. She was in slight awe, she had never been out in the city before. If she was outside it was the training grounds. She had never actually left the house. 

Her mind began to wonder, she wanted to giggle with Fuyumi about something, cuddle Natsuo, and draw for Shoto. She wanted her elder siblings. She was being taken, and she was sure they were unaware, as she knew they'd have protested against it.

Before she knew it, she was left in a plain room, sitting on a boring white-sheeted and pillowed bed, the frame matching a theme. So did the walls and ceiling. A tiny wooden bedside table lay beside the bed with a boring lamp on top, a desk with no shelves and just a surface, and a wooden chair sitting against the opposite wall of the bed. Her knees to her chest and her phone lay beside her, on silent as her father had been trying to contact her. Spitting nonsense she guessed. 

Now that she didn't have to live with him, there was no point in responding whenever she was let out and free to do as she pleased, she'd block him out of her life. 

Her blue eyes were drawn to windows on the opposite wall from the door in which you enter. The windows were wide and reaching from ceiling to floor, she was grateful for that touch at least. To be able to observe the city from a high view. Still, it was like a prison. Locked in a cell with a window benefit and a phone with nothing else, not even books, unsure of what's going to happen to her next.

She was placed in the main commission base, high up in the floor levels. That meant the commission labeled her as advanced, and that she needed the best most intense training. She was the only child in their ward at the moment though, the only child in the building.

Two knocks resonated at her door, it creaked open to reveal a woman wearing the same outfit as the mysterious man from before. She had a tray of food in her hand, she laid it on the desk and slid off her glasses, looking at the little girl with her black eyes, the little girl already a step ahead of her and doing the same. The woman smiled.

"We've decided to get a hero working for our commission to assist in training you. He goes by the name Hawks," She explained.

"But aren't his wings flammable?" The girl mumbled softly, wanting nothing more than to go crying and scared too her siblings at that moment.

The woman chuckled an unfamiliar glint in her eyes, "Yes. Very well. You've passed the first test," She placed the shades back onto her eyes, "We never actually called him. It was just a trick 'question' I suppose. Anyway, eat up. Training starts soon fire weirdo," She walked out with a glare that was hidden by her shades, but Kestueki felt it, as she had lived with Endeavor after all.

She glanced at the food waiting for her at her desk. She sighed and shook her head, in no mood to eat at the moment. She hopped off her bed and sat in front of the window. With the slightest hope of seeing her previous house, a tear slid down her face. They've had to realize by now right? That she had disappeared? A fear hit her suddenly, what if in time she forgot their names and faces? That made her shiver, she didn't want to forget the only people who cared for her, she needed them. She wanted them matter of fact. But she knew she couldn't have them back for a while. 

The Commission trained her until she was trembling on the floor, groaning in pain and covered in sweat. Using her quirk to the brink so much was so tiring. She was surprised when didn't burn herself like with her hands. Which had been slowly turning into burnt scars (Sorta Like Dabi's but more scattered) Ranging from her fingertips to the top of her hand. They were sore and ached from time to time. But the commission thought she was being dramatic and ignored her. 

The thoughts about her siblings were still there, they hadn't gone away. She could feel their worry even from wherever the hell she was. That let her know her 'father' hadn't come clean to where he had disposed of his youngest.

Like she was trash.

In her eyes that's what she was. Trash. Able to throw away at any moment, her father had done it, who was to say no one else would?