Shoto On The Rink

Authors Note:
This is my take on what Shoto Todoroki does in his free time away from home. I apologize in advance if I spelled any names wrong, or if I have any grammar mistakes.

This isn't my best fic but I'm pretty proud of it. Hope this does better than it did on Tumblr

TW: Slight mentions of abuse

Told in Shoto's point of view;

I remember... the rink. The same rink I go to get away from my struggles. The same rink my mother would take my siblings and I when my father was away.

I remember the way my mother was so graceful on the ice, the way she was so in sync with the music. The way she seemingly flew on the ice.

I watched her for years, she taught me for years. Even when I fell and I cried, my mother would pick me up and we would try again. On the rink, we were happy. We were free.

I don't know what kept me going but, I still skated. Even after I was beat, scarred and hit- I forgot all of it on the ice. On the ice I was with her. I was free.

It's been almost 10 years since she was taken away, and 10 years I've longed to skate with my mother again.

...

It was late at night, I just left U.A. for the day. I've never felt so alive away from home but... the only thing keeping me coming back was my rink. As of lately, I've begun to practice a routine to a piece I remember mom used to do. She knew it like the back of her hand, she made it look so easy but... it isn't for me.

I was never good with landing quads, but now- I practice. I practice all I can... so one day; I can show her that I've grown. I'm not my father. I'm my own person. My father's dream is not mine. My father's quirk is not mine. I want her... to be back, to when we used to skate together.

When I skate, I never seem to focus on my own routine it's all muscle memory now. My mind tells a story as I skate to the music. A story I play over and over again as I practice for hours on end. When I fall I just start over. Again and again.

I wonder if my siblings know I still come to the rink, or my father... or my mother. Or my friends. If they do, I understand if they're disappointed in me.

I'm sorry Natsou, Fuyumi, Touya... I know that holding onto mom's old habits only seems to worry you more.

I'm sorry Dad, I hope your disappointment in me makes you realize how out of reach your dream truly was.

I'm sorry Mom, I was a burden as a kid wasn't I? I'm sorry I was such a trouble to you. You deserve to be happy, I hope I don't worry you anymore. Mom.

...

As always do when I leave the rink, I look back at the ice for a moment. I picture my mother, smiling. I hope to see that smile again, when I show her how much I've changed.

As I leave the song; I skate to plays in my head, despite the music- the story I play along with the music is happy.

I smile every time I think of it.

One day, Mom, we'll be free and happy... I'll make sure of it.