Tell me, who are the real monsters here?

The ordinary child has a monster under their bed, correct?

Yes.

The ordinary child has a father who will protect them from the monster under their bed, yes?

Correct.

But I'm no ordinary child.

And my father is no ordinary man.

What happens when the monster isn't under your bed but the one who was supposed to protect you from the dark?

What if the monster was your father?

And what if no one except for you knew he was a monster?

What if everyone else thought he was a hero?

And what if this concept wasn't so foreign to you?

My name is Shoto Todoroki, and this is my story.