PYSCHO

Blood Of His Own

*FLASHBACK*
"A pity, ya know? Ha! The second strongest hero yet a single hand knife can stop his heart. Isn't that very ironic, father." Todoroki had the blood of endeavour painted on his hands dripping up his arms. It was spattered all across his face, it was a blood of his own. Endeavor was on his knees hunched over holding onto his heart where his own son had stabbed him.

"S-shouto....why?" Blood spattered from his mouth when he coughed. Todoroki smirked down at him before laughing.

"Father, don't you know? This is my revenge. For my mother, for my sister, for my brothers, and for me. I will never let you hurt anyone ever again." Todorokis' voice was sinister and evil yet he had no remorse for what he had just done. Instead, it made him feel relieved. His father coughed trying to take in his final breaths as his heart rate slowed down. Endeavor could do nothing. Even a pro hero can be killed by a knife.

"My son.....i-."

"Oh shut it old man! Don't seek for my sympathy now, don't sit on your knees and beg for forgiveness. I will never forgive you! In fact I curse you and the name you have given me! I hate you father!" Todoroki reached into the inner pocket of his long black coat pulling a steel midnight gun. Pointed at his father's head he stood there as a threat. "You may not burn here, but I hope you burn in hell you sick bastard." The gun echoed in the basement of Shoutos house. That was it, the monster he lived with was now dead. His father was just a dead soul there was nothing to haunt him anymore.

A relieved sigh left his lips while he walked away from the sight.

"Clean this up, now.", todoroki ordered the old maid.

"Yes master todoroki.", he walked to the stone stairs taking each step with a thought. How will the world react when they realize that endeavor was now dead? No one would know how he died too. It's just like he disappeared never to be seen or heard from again. Shouto knew that one day he would have to pay for his sins. Everything that he reflected would reflect back onto him. One day.
*ENDS*

The bored male sat in his chair of the office, he felt suffocated by his own walls. His mind was blank as he did not want to even have a single thought of his "work". To be honest, Todoroki didn't even know what he was working for, all he ever did was kill people who had done wrong to others. He wanted to kill people like his father. The men or women who would hurt the ones that they were meant to love. The ones that hurt their family, their wives or their husbands. Civilians that hurt their mothers or fathers, their daughters and sons or anything in between. Todoroki had wished death to anyone who had his father's morals.

He did miss the adrenaline he felt when he killed his own blood, his own giver of life. He loved the way that the all so powerful bowed down in front of him. The power todoroki had felt was immaculate and unreachable. He loved seeing his father's dead body laying on the cold stone floor with the moon reflecting off his skin.

Even after a few years todoroki still had no regrets over what he had done. He hated his father so much, it's like his life passion was to kill him. Once he did a weight was lifted off his shoulders now he felt like him and Y/n could live a happy life together. Speaking of Y/n, his mind was filled with her after the event of earlier. He knew deep down inside he craved the touch of Y/n just as much as she did with him. He loved the feeling of her body squirming and dancing under his from all the feelings he was giving her. To say that she did not arouse him was a lie, even back in UA he wanted her body locked under his. But he would never do anything sexual without her complete consent, as he was a gentleman. The second he ever noticed that she was uncomfortable with what he was doing he would always stop and ask her if she was okay with this.

"Master Todoroki, here is your food. Would you like me to send Madam Y/n her meal or should I wait.", their maid had interrupted his thoughts.

"Go ahead and send it up, she's in a lot of pain today so be gentle with the tray and also bring her medicine. Give her some bandages so she can wrap herself too.", honestly, the pain that he had placed y/n in stressed him out. The things he did to her reminded him of his own father. It made him hate himself but he was so in love with the way she begged and cried for him to stop. At the end of his rampage though he would always make sure to clean her up and take care of her weakened body. That if she was good ofcourse.

But he hated her for letting Kaminari get so close and soft the night before. He hated seeing another man treat y/n like she belonged to them. Y/n had his markings all over her showing that she had belonged to him. The anger he felt towards the yellow haired male was on another level. Todoroki hated him since UA as he felt that Kaminari was trying to take her away from him. If he could kill him he would, but he would have to convince Y/n to hate him which he knew would be hard to do. He saw the way her eyes lit up when they met him. It genuinely hurt his heart more than it made the fire dance in him. No matter what he never really felt like Y/n was truly his.