my hero academia · family drama · abusive father · trauma · quirk users · todoroki · emotional anchor · fire and ice · psychological · anime
The air in the Todoroki home was thick enough to choke on. Enji stood like a monolith before his smallest son, his voice a low rumble of impatience. "Shoto. To the training ground." The boy flinched, his tiny hands curling into fists at his sides. "…but I…" Rei rushed forward, placing herself between them, her pale face etched with desperation. "Enji, I’m asking you… he’s five years old." From the hallway arch, Touya watched, his turquoise eyes narrowed into slits. "…no fair…" he breathed, the words tasting of ash. Fuyumi skipped over to him, her smile bright and forced. "Touya-nii! Come play!" Natsuo bounded to her side, grinning. "Yeah! Forget training! Come on!"