Punch after punch was filled with burning and chilling rage. The punching bag would rip from the ice and frost that covered almost half his arm as the leather burned to smell like burning rubber from the fire that covered his left arm. Aizawa did say to practice on using both of his quirks, and he needed to release the anger, now he has the chance to do both.
When Shouto firsted stepped into the locker rooms, he tried to contain himself from punching the nearest locker. He changed into respective clothing as he started to head towards the gym to look for the punching bag Bakugou uses often. There wasn’t anyone else there, so he has the gym all to himself until he feels satisfied enough to return to class. Even if he is supposed to be in class, Aizawa would understand, and he’ll probably let him stay here all day.
Shouto could fill the ice piercing the bag, and the fire burning the leather. The rage turned into adrenaline causing him to start practicing his other fighting tactics on the punching bag. He continued to train even when the bell rung, they will look for him anyways, no need to leave. Monoma’s words fueled his rage, the fire burning hotter, and the ice becoming sharper.
“I didn’t expect for Class 1-A’s most powerful student to have daddy issues.”
‘Shut up...’
“What have you been doing when your poor daddy got mad? Went to go cry for your mommy?”
‘Shut. Up.’
“Oh wait, you don’t have one, locked up in a hospital room sadly, what a shame.”
“SHUT UP!!”
Shouto pulled his left arm back the flames growing bigger and hotter, but the rage controlled his motions. Everything went into slow motion, his flames slowly started to shrink, his ice slowly melting until there was nothing left but his bare arms. Even without his quirk, the punching bag fell from it’s position on the ceiling nothing but burnt leather and holes covered the training equipment. There was silence in the room, the only sounds was his heavy breathing, and the soft footsteps of the one that erased his quirk momentarily.
“Shouto, I know you’re mad, but you didn’t have to destroy school property to release that anger.”
It was like a switch was flipped inside him, his anger left only to be replaced by a mix of emotions all at once. Shouto could feel guilt, sadness, shock all at once noticing the scene around him. Ice covered half the training room, but the other half was black from the edges of his fire burning whatever it made contact with. There was a stinging pain on his left side, and a tremble of coolness on his right side. He felt too hot, too cold, too much, it’s too much. A hand was on his shoulder as Shouto fell on his hands and knees throwing up the small amount of food he ate during lunch. This was all too familiar, training always ended like this, overuse of quirk led to his body fighting to try to keep his body from shutting down.
“You overused your quirk, didn’t you?”
“...y-yes…”
“I’ll call Recovery Girl, stay here, and see if you can try to regulate your body temperature.”
Nodding as slowly as he could without causing any pain, Shouto felt his quirk come back trying to regulate his body temperature like Aizawa said. The retreating footsteps and a door shutting was the only thing that could be heard before it all went silent. It felt like the silence was threatening to drown him in his thoughts, to drag him back to the person he used to be, the person he was trying to forget. It was understanding for Shouto to want to forget about the past, but it always tried to find a way to creep back into his head.
‘Go away, just go away.’
Shouto waited there in the training room trying to keep himself from falling into his own vomit. It felt like he was back at home again, being left with no one to tell him everything was gonna be okay, that everything was gonna be alright, that it was gonna end soon. Shouto wanted Izuku here, he shouldn’t have let his anger get the best of him, but his mother didn’t deserve everything that has been done to her. He was supposed to protect her, and make sure she didn’t have to face the flames he had to. She was supposed to smile and laugh, not cry and plead. It wasn’t fair, he was supposed to be the one to break, not his mother.
Moving himself to try and stand, Shouto started to make a step forward towards the door only for his legs to give in falling onto his knees once more. He kept trying to get up again and again and again, only to fall on his knees causing waves of pain to course through his body. Aizawa told him to ignore any comments of the case, but it was hard to ignore what Monoma said about his mother.
‘It’s not her fault that she did this...it’s not her fault.’
Shouto slammed his fist onto the floor screaming at no one, but at the silence that let his thoughts consume him. The anger slowly fade away into just a small flame only for a fierce blizzard of desperation take it’s place.
‘It isn’t fair…’
Frost started to form around his body slowly covering every inch of the room with ice.
‘It isn’t fair…’
Everything became encased in ice causing the room to become cooler and cooler by the minute.
‘It’s not her fault…’
The ice soon turned into icicles pointing out towards the center of the room where Shouto kneeled in defeat.
‘It’s not her fault…’
Shouto could feel his body starting to go numb as frost covered his right side slowly making its way to his left side. The will to use his left side was small, it only brought back the memories of his father’s flames overpowering his own to only cause pain. There was barely even a moment to even think before there was muffled yelling on the other side of the ice that blocked the main entrance to the training room. He wanted to desperately use his fire to melt everything away, but it was like half his body was out of his control.
‘Please…’
More muffled yelling could be heard before an explosion of ice and debris started to fly everywhere.
‘Help me…’
A rushed sound of footsteps coming closer, and yelling not too far behind could be heard until everything started to get blurry.
‘Mom…’
Warm hands touched his cheeks, everything was muffled and blurry, but he could see a figure yelling over their shoulder.
‘Fuyumi…’
The feeling of his quirk disappearing in a matter of seconds caused the coldness of the room to hit him at full force.
‘Natsuo…’
Something soft and warm covered his body, but it wasn’t enough, it’s too cold.
‘Touya…’
The last thing Shouto saw were emerald eyes glistening with tears before everything went black and quiet, only one word leaving his lips
“Izuku…”
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Light In The Darkness
Fanfic"Mom...I know it's not right, but I can't do it anymore. The children, they're...like him more and more every day. And Shouto...his left side. Sometimes I look at him and hate what I see." Shouto drew closer, just enough for his left side to be seen...
