End of them, Beginning for us || BNHA

The plan to meet Shoto's mom

"Rei Todoroki, from the Todoroki Company?"

"Yeah.." Shoto paused for a moment.

"So you're the son of Enji--?"

"Don't-" Shoto grimaces and stopped abruptly. "--Mention him."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to press." I rambled out. 'Why am I being so insensitive?'

I saw Shoto pause for a moment. He stared at me before continuing. "You're not being insensitive."

"O-Oh, okay."

Shoto looked around the room and then continued. "I just don't like to talk about him. He was--" He paused again. "He wasn't the best father for the four of us."

"O-Oh." I paused again. "Wait, four?"

"Yeah, there are four of us. I have three older siblings."

"W-What? B-But the m-media said that the T-Todoroki family h-had three kids."

"Oh." Shoto scowled fiercely and his ghostly presence seems to grow heavier and darker. "I see how it is. Why wouldn't he do that? Of course he would."I notice his hands curl up into fists. The room seemed to grow darker.

"S-Shoto?" I asked nervously.

He turned towards me and I flinch. 'He's angry, not like Kacchan. He's like...a cold blizzard...not the roaring fire I'm used to.'

"You're scared." He said in a calm tone. "I apologize. I didn't mean to scare you." He looked away "It's just...",

"It's okay, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I quickly added. "Um..." I trailed off for a bit. "Oh, you mentioned your mom, what was she like?"

Shoto's ghostly presence lifted a bit and I took a deep breath. "She was kind to us." There was a blissful smile on his face and his presence felt a bit sad. "She always tries her best when she was in the house."

"That sounds sweet." I sigh thinking of- 'My mother! I haven't visited her in a while, how long has it been???'

"Izuku, are you alright?" Shoto's concerned face was suddenly in front of me. I stand up and he jolts before floating back up. "What happened?"

"I need to go see my mom! I haven't visited her in weeks. Ohmygod,howcouldIforget-whatifshesrisenwhileimgoneandiwasntthere-" I ramble, feeling myself getting worked up.

"Izuku, calm down." I feel Shoto's cold hand on my shoulder. "Your mother is there as well?"

"Y-Yeah. She's buried next to my dad. She wanted to be buried next to the love of her life, you know..." I look out the window in reminiscence. "They were really happy together from what I know" I tear up a bit, wiping it away with the cuff of my sleeve.

"Was your family rich?" Shoto asked. "I mean, he buried me in a upper-class graveyard..." He paused and grimaced again.

"This mansion was my father's, but they didn't want to live the upper class life so they lived in a small house, that's what my mother told me."

"Oh, what's your father's name?"

"Hisashi...I don't know his last name..."

"I've heard of him. Wasn't he the runaway son of the Fukumoto family?"

"The Fukumotos? I might have heard of them. There were in the entertainment business or something, but I never knew my dad was famous." I chuckle to myself. 'Kacchan would be jealous.'

"I guess we have that in common."

"I guess we do." I smiled. "Oh yeah, about your mom..."

Shoto straightened up. "I need to go see my mom."

"U-Uh, I don't mean t-to be rude, but...s-since you're unattached, c-could you go v-visit h-her in the mental hospital? Like possess something t-to communicate with her?" I suggested.

"Oh, I could." He paused. "I'll go there. I'll see you later."

I watch him float out of the room. "Good luck." After he floats out, I proceed to organize things again. Then I felt this random tugging motion and I paused. 'Weird, wonder what happened. Maybe one of the ghosts is messing with me.' I look around for a bit. 'Strange, I don't see anything.' Then out of the corner of my eye, I notice Shoto poke his head through the wall. "Oh, Shoto, did something happen?"

"Yeah, I can't leave the house. I couldn't get close to the door."

"Oh, are you attached to the house?"

"No..." Shoto paused, looking around. "I think I'm attached to you."

I feel my cheeks go red. "W-Wait, w-w-what? W-Why me? I-I d-didn't know ghosts could get attached to people." I stuttered out, flustered.

"I didn't know either." Shoto paused. "Do you know why ghosts could be attached to people?"

I head over to where I have my notes on ghosts and pull out one of the somewhat water damaged ones and one that I had been copying, written in a new notebook. I open it up and find I hadn't copied over the notes about this subject yet, so I set the newer notebook on the desk next to the book shelf and flip around to find it. I could feel Shoto's stare while I flipped through it.

"Ah, here! Okay so, ghosts can be attached to something for a few reasons. If they rise and are pulled to something and are attached to it, they most likely have lost memories connected to it, or were just fond of the thing when they were alive. If they were unattached when they rose and eventually became attached to something they have a deep care for that thing...." I paused. "Wait..does this mean you care about me?"

Shoto's face turned pink. He looked away. "I do...I mean, we're friends and everything..."

"But..." I paused again. "I've been friends with other ghosts and this hasn't happened before..."

Shoto paused again and his face turned red. "Well...let's not talk about it. It's not important right now."

"Oh."

"Since I'm attached to you, I can't leave the house without you, so...I need someone to come with me."

"When did you last see your mom?"

"Oh, when I rose."

"When you rose? Wait...you mean she was in front of your grave?"

"Yeah..."

I paused for a sec. 'That's really sad....maybe...' I looked at Shoto again. "We can go visit the graveyard. I need to go visit my mom...It's been a month...and while I'm there, I can look for your grave!"

Shoto gave me a weird look.

"Oh, um...I guess that came out kinda weird?"

Shoto shrugged. "It's a plan then. We can do it tomorrow."