~Todoroki POV~
I felt bad for running away from Aizawa. To be honest, I thought he would capture me with his weird scarf. But he didn't, luckily, because I had to get home before the old man. My wounds stung as I sprinted out the gate, but if I was late he might hurt Fuyumi or Natsuo. W-was that a scream? I'm too late...
~Fuyumi POV~
Father was very angry. He wanted Shoto. I feel so sorry for my baby brother. Sometimes I wish I had his quirk- not out of jealousy, I want to take the pain away from him. Seeing Shoto after every training almost breaks me... Now I understand why Mother is the way she is...
~Todoroki POV~
Bursting through the traditional Japanese door, I saw Fuyumi cowering in the corner, and the bastard with his fist raised, ignited with his beastly flames. As soon as he took a swing, I created an ice barrage, despite being warned to take it easy by Recovery Girl.
He turned, gazing at me with a horrifying smile.
"Shoto, you're late."