The photo's are not mine.
Shoto Todoroki's Point of View:
I arrived home. It was the usual... boring and dull. Dad left me here. He never came back after the first few days of school. He went back to japan and left me here. He had the instructions "Go to school, Never be late, never skip classes and don't misbehave" and left me. I followed it by literally not doing anything.
School ended already, it was my graduation today. I was ranked the highest place, won alot of medals but nothing mattered. No one congratulated me, no one liked me, no one even talked to. Only a number of people did but all can be counted through the use of my hands. It never exceeded at 10.
Only a few confession which I turned down immediately. Father would be furious and take my credit card. I also took the frame of my photo, my medals, all the certificate in a large box along with the others. I looked at the 'gold' medals and it didn't shine like Mr. Masaru said. But everything doesn't though. I've lost interest in all the things i'm doing.
My therapist told me to keep engaging in the activities I did. I did but it wasn't as much fun. I sighed and entered the large 'home' and ate lunch. I never ate lunch in school. "When will dad come back? When will I go back to japan?" I asked myself. I heard a car pull up infront of the mansion.
I saw a huge figure and my mind threw off. "Dad's here?!" I opened the door and greeted him inside. "Let's go!" He said firmly. "Pardon?" I said. My english accent audible through my japanese. "I sent you a message, didn't I?" He said again. Shoto looked at his phone and nothing was there. "I haven't recieved anything" and handed my phone to him. He did not indeed recieve anything.
He scoffed then said "Pack your stuff. Since you graduated we'll go back to japan, you have classes next next month. You'll be continuing Highschool there" he said. My eyes widened. I get to go back? Yes!!! I ran to my room and took my clothes, my other stuff, notebooks from classes ro help with my studies in japan. I also took my pills, art suppllies and put them in boxes.
All in all I got 15 boxes, 4 bags and a duffle bag filled with my stuff. I handed a box to father. "I hope you're proud" I say in a slight sarcastic tone while all emotion I once had was gone. The box was where I put all the certificates, trophies, and the medals. It probably was a shock for him, especially since I've changed alot since we've met. I'm now 14. He left me here for 6 years, all by myself.
I entered the car and sat at the back. I put in my headphones. I sighed again feeling all the emotion within me mix, making me hurl. I looked through my phone. I recieved alot of notifications due to my followers and likes at my post in instagram. I made an account just for my art. I just wanted to post shit. I never wanted fans, just needed some sort of attention or support even though I didn't know any people there.
I was lacking many things, which I tried looking for in social media which are support in my craft, advice, anyone that understands and anyone that can help me with my problems. The last one I still haven't found. I made a couple friends online and I appreciated them since I never gave my real identity to them.
I just like how they appreciate me too despite they don't know me and I like how they're my friends because of my personality, they didn't became my friend just for money or some other shit. Father didn't enter the car I was in but went in a separate one. Figures, he didn't wanna catch up. I wish I didn't give him the box. He won't even appreciate them... not like he ever did.
He will probably get angry at me because I only got those and not many. I couldn't get more of any accomplishments since the school only had little competition. The only competion I didn't join was the singing contest. I hated my voice. Also, I sometimes find my voice nice but I don't wanna embarass myself.
The car parked and we were infront of a new plane. I sighed and the driver opened the door for me. I rolled my eyes and step out. They escourted me to the plane. I didn't bother waiting for the old man. He was slow and I didn't wanna give him any respect because he doesn't deserve it.
I sat at a chair at the back and I looked through the window. The helpers were putting my luggage inside the plane. I looked away from the people and saw the scenery. It was still afternoon. My life flashed before my eyes. I tried remembering what I did these 6 years.... practically nothing. Everyday was the same. I never did anything that could get me in trouble, I went to school everyday, I won all the awards, and I was always being stared at.
Good thing I recieved from those 6 years were the english I learned.... and that's about it? I sighed once more. My whole life its...boring? I heard footsteps and I felt a box lay on the chair beside me. It was the box filled with my accomplishments. "Why are these the only things you got?" Father spoke sternly.
"Guess" I say annoyed. "Excuse me" he said. I faked sneezed and said "thank you" with sarcasm filling my entire statement. "Why are you acting like a child?!" He exclaimed. "I am one, also, why aren't YOU acting like an actual father" I spat venom. "How am I not acting like a father?" He asked. I sighed in annoyance. "Oh right, you don't know how to be supportive and caring. Sorry, I forgot" I fake laughed.
He glared at me. "Shoto, I gave you a damn credit card, and I paid everything you ever bought! Isn't that supportive?" He says sternly trying to argue with me. "See, you just proved my point" I said and he walked away in annoyance. How is he so dumb?
The flight was slow as hell but I was already used to just sitting there, doing nothing until my whole body got numb. I took out the only thing that can help me pass time is drawing. I took out my sketch pad and started drawing. I got bored and just decided to draw each helper and flight attendant. There were 3 helpers, all of them were male. The flight attendants were only 2 and one was male and one was female.
A voice rung through the speakers. "1 hour 'till landing" and I stood up. All of then were at the farthest back. So I stood up and went to them. I tore each page from the sketch pad and gave the sketch to the person I drew. Their faces of shock were plastered all over their being. "T-thank you" the female flight attendant said. She was I could assume asian and had brown skin. I smiled at them and said "Sorry for drawing you without permission" I say.
"It's no problem, you're really talented sir" the other helper said. I thanked him and said "It's really bad if you contrast it to other artists" I said. "No, it's really good. Also sir, don't contrast yourself with other artists, you'll lose your self-esteem that way" the other helper said while happily looking at the sketch I made. Too bad it's already gone...
"30 minutes left, kindly go back to your seats and buckle up, the ride'll be bumpy soon" the voice spoke through the speakers. I sat back at my seat and wore the seat belt. I looked back at the window and wore my airpods. I closed my eyes using my quirk to scan the whole plane. I sensed the heat signatures of each person here.
There were probably...11 people here. I opened my eyes and looked at the sunset that was now blaring through the windows. It looked so beautiful...too bad that nothing shines anymore in my eyes. I looked down and saw the people that were gathered. The airplane stopped upon landing and people were gathered down there. It was the usual, hundreds of people, cameras shining, people yelling.
We landed and the doors opened. I fixed my white long sleeves and fixed the black slacks. My coat was draped around my shoulders and 2 buttons was loose on my shirt revealing my collar bones to show, which the make up girl took off. She said I had to look more attractive so she put the make up on me, covering my scar and then separated my hair on the red part and now some red strands were ontop of the white ones.
I looked around and then she said "Okay, you're done. You look more attractive now shoto, from last time we've met" she smiled. I rolled my eyes and stood up. The doors opened. I got down the flights of stairs tiredly. Father came down from behind me. I put the airpods back and looked around. Cameras were aimed towards me and light covered my whole being. I was still not affected by the shine of the light.
I looked around searching for our vehicle. Father went to the white car and I followed. I heard the news reporters "We have Shoto Todoroki here, the youngest son of Endeavor. He seems to have grown alot! Endeavor, can you please answer this question, is shoto going to UA?" She asked. I looked at them with a dull face then rolled my eyes. Of course father didn't answer her question and entered the car.
I rode at the other car and waited for the helpers. I looked down. "Fuck, many people were looking at me!" I whispered scream. They were done loading my stuff and the one helper said to me "You left the box filled with your medals" I nodded and he gave me the box. I opened it and sighed. "Nothing ever pleases you..." Why would he be pleased when he gets to see you. You have a point there.
The ride home eventually begun and we for a long time was like that in pure silence. We arrived and looked outside. Why is he acting like.... why am I looking for attention? No one wants to see your needy disgusting self. Sorry....
The doors opened. My stuff were being put in a room. I held the box of my accomplishments.... I sat at the king sized bed. They begun praparing my stuff. They started unpacking for me. All my art materials were put in a table. I just looked at them feeling sleep emerge from my body. It took over and I slept feeling the head ache of jet lag.
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The sun crept its way towards me...I was woken up by my alarm and saw through the window. Its already afternoon. "Oh yeah, different time zones" I said and looked around. Everything was neatly arranged. No dust were anywhere. A new shelf was installed due to my large book collection. I saw a calendar....there was a schedule for me. So nexr month I'll go to UA. I also have the whole month to mysel- wait what?
No I don't. It's filled with more training. I was already training when I lived in the US. I had a personal instructor there that my father gave me. I also worked out and exercised everyday. And now my whole time just devoted for that. The only difference now is that the instructor won't stop beating me....since my instructor is Endeavor.
This'll be hell.....