Todoroki POV:
After everything that had happened today, I obviously wasn’t in a very good mood. I mean to attack Midoriya. I didn’t mean to hurt Vii and I didn’t mean to freeze half the stadium when fighting Sero. Yet I did and I can’t change that. All I can do is try to make things right. I sat in one of the class waiting rooms, just thinking. It was almost time for me to fight Midoriya in the ring. Midoriya...Not only did I declare ‘war’ on you at the start of this festival but I also accused you of being the son of All Might, just because you have similar quirks AND I ended up telling you my pathetic life story. Midoriya, I still think that boy has some relation to All Might… I keep going back to that idea, my brain is trying to get me to think of that as an excuse for treating him the way I did. It’s not an excuse. Accusing people, hurting those who care about you. Maybe, I’m more like my father than I thought…
The door slammed open, cutting off my train of thought. There stood a rather confused Bakugo who had walked into the wrong waiting room. “Grr whatever! And by the way icy hot,” Bakugo strutted over to me and lifted my limp, unmotivated body up to his face. “If you wanted to declare war on a classmate, you should’ve chosen me! After all, I’m the best student here. Got that?”
I did nothing, I didn’t care anyway. Plus it’s kinda hard to respect someone enough to answer them if they’re yelling in your face and smell strongly of carmel.
Bakugo seemed annoyed at my lack of response so he ‘tched,’ dropped me and stormed off. I didn’t even bother to get up. I hung my head and let my red/white hair fall in my face. Everything went silent, it was a deafening silence that was soon drowned out by the voices in my head lecturing me for everything and reminding me of a grim fact: Vii never competed today and father never got to see how strong she is. She won’t be allowed to stay with me. Not that she would even want to after the way I treated her…
Vii POV: (Warning, lots of horse terminology, I’ll leave some definitions at the bottom of this chapter for those who need them TwT)
A warm, musty odor permeated the large barn as I pushed a wheelbarrow full of manure around back to the muck pile. Wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow, I’d been working for hours now. It’s mindless work, the kind that’s relatively pleasant but forces you to think of all the things you don’t want to, but sometimes inspires brilliance. Memories of my past take form. I can see my greatest fears take shape then distort themselves into colorless blobs of mixed ‘emotion.’
I’m confused as to how they make me feel. Do they even make me feel? What does it mean to truly feel something? To see something so beautiful or horrific that it shakes you to your very core? How do you even begin to put true emotion into words? Sure you can describe emotion and compare it to something but no one will ever feel the exact same joy or deviation as you even if they go through the exact same thing, because they are not you and they never will be.
Ever since the news report about my father was released people have looked at me with pity. They try to empathize with me but I don’t want them to. They don’t understand. They assume things about me. I’ve had strangers come up to me and say, “Hey you’re the girl from the news! I’m sorry for what you had to endure, you must be so angry. Your father is a horrible man!” I’m not angry, I’m numb. My dad may be horrible but he’s still my dad and I still love him. Don’t apologize for the burden I had to carry. You don’t know me and you didn’t care enough to know me. You didn’t try to help me so what makes you think I want to hear your hogwash affinity with my problems?!? I sigh in frustration, dumping the manaure before going back into the barn to put away the soiled, green wheelbarrow.
My gaze turns to the large plastic tote filled with medical supplies. We have more at the main office if needed as we go through so much because of all the sick and injured horses we rescue. I check the board on the wall above the tote and determine that I’m to change the hoof poultice on a yearling named Elise. I open the plastic tote and grab a diaper, epsom salt, furazone, duct tape, vet wrap, gloves and a hoof pick. I put all the supplies in a plastic bucket and make my way to Elise’s stall. Elise was born and kept in a small, rundown shed. She was weaned too early and wasn’t properly taken care of. We’re working on putting some weight on her as well treating a large picture wound in her left front hoof. When stuck in her shed, Elise stepped on a large rusty nail. It penetrated through the frog at an angle through the distal cushion and to the third phalanx(coffin bone).Her weight caused the rest of the nail to bend into the frog. Since this injury was not immediately treated, the wound got infected, causing an abscess to form. The damage wasn’t terrible so she’ll be ok in a week of two. It’s possible that she’ll become a broodmare in the future.
I took the diaper and made a paste of furazon and epsom salt inside it to use as a medicated poultice. Setting that aside I carefully removed the old bandaging and set it in the bucket. I then took the hoof pick and used the brush to gently remove a bit of the excess salt. Then I placed the new police on the hoof and wrapped it with vet wrap. Finally I wrapped the whole bandage in ducktape so everything stays nice and waterproof. I gave Elise a hug and pat on the head before going back to the barn to complete my other tasks.
Todoroki POV:
The rest of the day was a blur. I fought Midoriya and he helped me get over some insecurities, however I’m internally conflicted. Midoriya showed me that I”m not my father and I don’t need to be ashamed to have a quirk similar to his because I’m my own person. However, the way I acted today shows me that I will always have his blood in my veins… On the brighter side of things I ended up taking 2nd place overall in the sports festival. It’s still not good enough. I need to get stronger. I need to find Vii. I need to get my life together. No matter what I do it will never be enough, because I am not enough. I’m a reflection of my father, a jerk who hurts those who care about me. I’m supposed to be a hero but I’m not; I’m just a teenage boy who doesn’t know what to do with himself. I know what I need to do to fix my mistakes but I don’t know how to execute what needs to be done…
A/N Hello people, I know I’ve been gone like forever but here I am! Anyway, here are those definitions I promised.
Yearling: A young horse that is only around a year old.
Hoof poultice: A special sort of bandage that goes on the hoof to help treat infection.
Furazone: An antibiotic medication used to prevent or treat bacterial infections, burns or cutaneous ulcers.
Wean: To separate an animal from its mother at an appropriate age.
Broodmare: A grown female horse used for breeding.
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