The Red String | S. Todoroki x reader

Chapter 18

We're 3 weeks into our summer break and i'm packing my things, ready for training camp. I'm leaving tomorrow and i'm so excited. My dads helping me pack and at the same time is asking me more about UA. We do have a lot to catch up on since it's been monthsssss.

"You still haven't told me, who's your class teacher?"
"Oh, whoops, Eraser Head" I smile at him and he nods approvingly.
"I worked with him once. Incredible combat skills. Especially with that scarf of his."
"I would never expect that to be honest. I haven't seen him in a proper physical fight but now you say that, i do." I shrug, impressed that the sleep deprived man could even move a muscle let alone fight.

"Any boys?" my dad says casually, causing my face to heat up.
"Daaad" i whine, tired of the question.
He takes a short look up at me from folding my hero costume when i become quiet "oh? So there is one?" he smiles like a friendly bear.
I shrug, nibbling at my lip. I haven't seen or heard from Shoto in a while but i'm assuming that's because he's busy.

"Who?" my dad asks, wanting to know more.
"No one" i let out a laugh and go back to folding my clothes.
"Not even a name?"
I exhale "Fine. Shoto Todoroki.."
"Enji's son?" he raises his brows, i can't tell in what way. Either shocked, confused or slightly disapproving.
"Enji?"
"Endeavor."
"Oh.. yeah, why?" I stop folding for a second and wonder why the mood changed all of a sudden.

"No reason, really, went to UA with him that's all" he shakes his head.
I furrow my brows but get back to filling up my suitcase and try to ignore my thoughts about this strange conversation. I remember what Endeavor said about my family and become slightly angered, clenching my fists.

"Are you okay, Champ?"
"I'm fine" I aim to shake away my frustration.
There's a brief sound of nothing before i continue.
"I've met him, that's all"
"Enji?"
I nod, clenching my teeth.
My dad doesn't say anything just let's out an exasperated sigh.

"Our familes, y/n, do not meddle with each other." He pauses for a second "You'll learn soon because you'll just learn to understand but for now i recommend you stay away from them all"
"What? I'm not staying away from Shoto. You don't even know him how can you possibly make a judgment?" i argue.
"You're right, i don't know him. But i know who his father is. And i know how dangerous of a creation Shoto is."
"Dont call him a creation." i hiss, grinding my teeth.

What the fuck is my dad saying? He's not usually like this.

"Well that's what he is. He's a weapon."

He's really starting to piss me off now.

"I think i'll do the rest by myself, now. Thanks for your help, father" i refer to packing.
Throwing the clothes down, i walk over to my door and swing it open, insisting he should leave.
Luckily he does as i ask and i go to slam my door but slow down just as i creak it shut, knowing i'll regret ever being born if I slam it.

I groan as i sit back down, picking up where i left off.

"I'm regretful to inform you that your mother has passed away. I'm so sorry. What was her name?"
The words echoed around my head almost as if they were taunting me.
"I- Irene L/N"

The peace hero, Serenity. How ironic.
Since that day i've felt anything but peace. And it was because of her. I know i said that suicide isn't a selfish thing but i can't help myself from calling her it. I can't help but blame her for every bit of pain stabbing me in my chest. I can't prevent myself from thinking it's all her fault that i will never be happy again.
Maybe it's still early days considering it's only been exactly a year since it happened, but i can't bring myself to forgive her for leaving me behind.

Now the one person who brings me a glimmer of happiness is being taken away from me by mine and his parents. Perhaps that's why i haven't heard from him since the beginning of summer break.

I hold back my tears as i zip up the suitcase but my chest feels so tight. I fold over, holding my hands over my face as i release a few sobs, breathing heavily in between. I'm not sure whether i'm crying over my mum or my dad telling me to avoid Shoto, or both.

He makes me happy but that's not good enough for my father. How can a family name decide who is allowed to be in my life?
He's nothing like his father. How dare he group them in the same bubble.