Todoroki One Shots

Way of play

Requested by: idkilldeletethis

Summary:

A hobby is something everyone can have, and it can be almost everything. The fun thing is, how you discover them and realise that you have a talent for something that you may never of pictured yourself doing.

A certain boy finds his talent through several nights of abuse, where he leans that playing the violin may just be the best way for him to express his emotions, without anyone knowing. He decides to keep this hobby going, even after the abuse ends, and actually ends up being way better than he would of ever imagined. But when you're good at something, it can be easy to find even the smallest mistakes to beat yourself up about.

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"Well..?" 

The nervousness in his voice was clear, as he looked at her with an expression showing just how much, that he were actually depending on her answer- she on the other hand, didn't seem at all unsure of what she thought-

"It sounded beautiful Todoroki, I'm sure you'll do well" She clapped her hands together, as she watched his nerves slowly disappear. It was hard to understand how someone could be so good at something, and still beat themselves up about mistakes they didn't do...

"Really? I were sure that I messed up a note or two in the beginning..." Shoto smiled a bit to himself, loving the feeling that his friends words brought him. It was a strange feeling of relief... "I'm sure you'll do good aswell Yaoyorozu. You're a very quick learner as well"

The girl in question just smiled at him, as she gracefully reached out to take the violin from his hands- ready to show him, just how much she practiced.

It was actually surprising how good she had become in a very short amount of time.

'Cause while Shoto had been playing the violin since he were about six years old, Yaoyorozu had only just recently decided to try it out- though under Shoto's guidance ofcouse. He were ofcouse proud of the progress that she had made, and especially took great pride in the honor that she gave him, when she tells him just how great of a teacher that he has been- and still are to her. But it still didn't erase his self-consciousness..

He loved to hear the praise that she gave him, and to see her unfold as she got better and better at what they both loved, but he still couldn't help but feel a bit.. jealous? He's never liked that word.. he never even pictured himself using it in a situation like this... shouldn't he just be happy for his friend?

He always thought like that. 'Cause while he had been playing for several years and were pretty damn good at it, Yaoyorozu had only been playing for a few months and were already at his level, if she hadn't already surpassed him, and while he were proud of her progress, he just couldn't help but constantly blame himself for it.

Was it because he didn't practice enough?

Was it because he were losing talent?

Maybe he were just rusting like some old metal bike... getting worse and worse at what its good at, until it's thrown away like any other used thing...

Maybe he just didn't have a talent after all...

It was thoughts like those that constantly wore him him, which also participated to alot of his own self-destructive thoughts, especially those that revolved around his playing. It was like he couldn't play anything anymore, without having to find some mistake that may never of been there in the first place...

It was like some drug that he desperately needed, and if he couldn't find a flaw, he would just make sure to make one up, so that he could beat himself up about it, and feel like he got better. Sometimes he would even give himself punishments, in hopes that it would teach him some unteachable lesson to fix these 'mistakes' that he's sure that was made.