"One day, Kyousuke, you could be the greatest hero. Even greater than me."
Said one of the two people talking to one another. They were in a big room littered with nonflammable and cold resistant furniture and toys. It was an old building, however, it was well maintained. Despite the circumstances. As father and son sat together on the small bed that occupied the center of the room, the young boy could not contain himself.
"Really?" Said the young Todoroki. His father smiled at him, gently patting his son's back. "Only if you want it bad enough, work hard for it, and always aim for Plus Ultra". "But DADDY" Kyousuke complained, accidentally setting his own hair ablaze, "YOU are the greatest hero".
The older Todoroki laughed, his deep and rich voice echoing across his son's room. The two of them looked so similar, the red and white hair split perfectly in the center, one eye hazel, and the other sky blue. The only difference was the scar on the father's face, which he acquired when he was his son's age. He brought out his right hand and lightly patted his son's hair, snuffing out the flames. After a few pats which immediately put out the fire, the father rested his hand on his son's head. "I am not the greatest hero"
"But it's TRUE!" Exclaimed the now super charged young boy. His energy being reflected through an overdose of ice encrusting the sheets of the bed. "You're SHOUTO! The SHOUTO!" he announced, the bed now the temperature of dry ice under the boy's cold touch. Unfazed, his father merely brought out his left hand to heat the bed enough to dry it. Though Kyousuke was quite powerful for a child, his father was an experienced pro. He fought villains since his first year in high school. Naturally, he could handle a little boys ice "If you aren't the greatest" Kyousuke decided, "then no one is!"
His father gave him a sad smile.
"Don't tell me you forgot about Deku already?" His son's face lit up at those words, literally. "UNCLE DEKU!" he exclaimed, "SMASH!" He put his hands up and a sledgehammer materialized in his hands. He slammed the hammer down, causing the bed to creak under the sudden and powerful force.
"He's powerful but..." he started, however, his father couldn't make out what he was saying after that. All he heard was his son mumbling at an inhuman speed. His father sighed, using his right hand once more to keep the flames in check. But Kyousuke's power started to pour out of him. Coating the bed in a thick layer of ice and setting his clothes on fire. He even created a notebook out of thin air and a pencil just to take down notes.
The notebook seemed to make his father nostalgic. So the confused little boy unfroze his bed and removed his shirt, which was now burnt to a crisp, to ask his father, "what's wrong?"
Shouto snapped out of his little flashback to look at his son's clean and scarless face. "Nothing..." he replied half heartedly, going over to the closet to grab another shirt for his son. But by the time he turned around, Kyousuke had already fashioned himself a shirt that was identical to the one he destroyed. The father looked at his son again, "Well, I think the little hero needs to go to bed now"
"DAD, please, just 5 more minutes?" He begged. Shouto sighed, "you said that an hour ago". "But I mean it this time! Please!" He tried again, but being the second greatest hero, Shouto was undaunted by the begging of a 5 year old kid who had issues falling asleep.
"Good night, Kyousuke" Shouto said, as he prepared to leave the room. "Awwww, you're just like mom" he moaned, slamming himself against his bed. "NYAH! I'm not sleepy!" Kicking and trashing wildly on the bed, the boy generated more ice and fire that countered each other so perfectly, that it was as if he had no powers at all, as if he was just a hyperactive problem child.
"Then just close your eyes for 10 seconds" the father reasoned, "if you can stay awake for that long then you can stay up the whole night". Determined, Kyousuke sat up and shut his eyes tight. "One," Shouto began. "Two, three, four, five, six-" he continued, uttering each number more quietly than the last. "Seven, eight, nine, te-" he was interrupted by the sound of a loud slap. Taken by surprise, Shouto stepped back to examine the situation. His son had slapped himself pretty hard, leaving a hand shaped mark on his face.
"You said... I could be the greatest hero...". Still confused and in mild shock Shouto looked at his son, questioning his sanity. A fire lit in the boy's eyes, "so how am I gonna be the greatest hero... IF I HAVE A BEDTIME?" Shouto blinked once, and then again. "AHAHAHA, that's my boy" he said proudly.
"*yawn* but...sleeping... is...*yawn*" he mustered with every last once of his strength. He had used up a great deal of power because of excitement alone. "Good...night...dad" Kyousuke's eyes glazed over and he was fast asleep.
Shouto looked around impressed at what that young boy was capable of. The sides of the bed had burn marks and the wall behind him still had a 1 inch thick plate of ice hanging there like a painting. He bent over to kiss his son on the head, "as long as I am your hero, I will always feel like number 1" he said, slowly and softly as to not wake Kyousuke. As he walked away, each step echoing slightly, floor boards still weak from previous 'incidents', he thought about the kind of person his son was.
He stopped abruptly at the door. Facing it as if facing an old comrade. He just stood there for a moment or two before opening it.
"He's just like you... Midoriya" he uttered under his breath, as he silently closed the door behind him.
