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i am loved (that’s enough)- todoroki siblings

hi yes hello, i am appearing again after like three months??? anyways have some older sister trauma with wholesome sibling relationships peppered in, crossposted to my AO3.

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i changed (it was worth it) - Touya’s

Fuyumi is born on a cold winter night, Enji is nowhere near the Todoroki estate and Rei goes into labor with only a midwife and her one year old son nearby. The labor is short, it's a breeze compared to the agony that Todoroki Touya had brought to Rei– such a healthy baby, the midwife coos over the newborn. The mother of two holds her daughter for only a minute, before quietly asking the midwife to take the child away. It’s Fuyumi’s first night alive and she spends it alone in an empty room, with only her crib and the midwife to keep her company whenever she cries.

Fuyumi is not a day old when she’s already discarded by her mother, left to the care of the midwife and the next few days she is met with her elder brother and their newly appointed caretaker. Her mother is nowhere to be seen, but Fuyumi brings a different sort of life into the house with her presence.

Touya doesn’t seem to enjoy it, but he’ll get there, the caretaker assures their uninterested mother.

Enji meets his daughter the next morning, holding her for nearly a full minute before tucking the child back into her crib and getting ready for another day at work. It's just like his first meeting with his son: quiet, brief, and soulless. Todoroki Fuyumi never had a chance. Yet the caretaker is kind for the few months they keep the older woman, Fuyumi is kept with Touya. Each night they share a crib, and while the old woman is the caretaker, little Touya rarely lets his sister out of his sight. The old woman must have figured that’s how their life would be, seeing as she raises them almost as if they were twins.

It seemed she had given them a head start.

Fuyumi is still a toddler when Natsuo is born, she is three and Touya is four. Natsuo was an easy pregnancy, the midwife says, not as easy as Fuyumi of course but still easier than the case of Touya was. Fuyumi is bright and giggly as she meets her baby brother, the midwife has a somber smile on her face as she helps Fuyumi with holding Natsuo. “That poor girl is going to have a lot on her plate growing up.” Fuyumi doesn’t know what they mean by that, and like the good child she is, she doesn’t ask.

She sees the reflection of her own eyes in Natsuo’s, and though his hair is perfectly white unlike her own, she knows that this is her brother and that is enough for her. She’s his big sister, she’ll be good like always. “Natsuo.” She coos, the newborn stirs slightly, and slowly wakes up only to fuss in her arms with a loud wail.

The baby is quickly taken from her, and Fuyumi freezes as the child is hurried over into the other room. Had she done something wrong? Was it her fault or was it just because Natsuo was a baby? She’ll be a good sister, a better sister. Touya doesn’t play with her anymore, so she’ll play with Natsuo when he’s old enough, she decides contently. She wipes at the tears in her eyes because she’s good, and good girls don’t cry. Fuyumi is good and she will watch Natsuo from afar until she can be the big sister.

When Shouto comes around, it's easier for her.

Fuyumi is seven years old when Shouto is born, she is seven when she is met with the cooing of all the caretakers as she holds the newest Todoroki child. “She’s like a miniature mother, it's just not right for the poor girl.” She hears them gossiping to each other as she props Shouto’s bottle with one hand and clicks through the tv channels with the other. Touya says they say a lot but don’t help, Fuyumi doesn’t like hearing them talk about her but always stays silent. She relishes in the small praises she’s able to get whenever she is able to feed Shouto without help or helps Natsuo get dressed.

“Such a smart girl!” There’s always pity behind their words, yet Fuyumi doesn’t pay attention to it. Fuyumi knows she’s smart, she knows she has her mother’s beauty, yet she accepts everything with a much too knowing smile for a child. Touya has told her everything from behind the scenes, as children raised in a home with emotional warfare she knows exactly how to behave.

She resists the urge to scrunch her nose as she’s taught to change a diaper, and accepts the overly peppy clapping from their caretaker once Shouto is clean and happy. The nannies will only be there for a few more months— Touya says their father is having money problems and that's why they can't afford the nannies— she reasons that she should know how to care for Shouto herself just in case.

Fuyumi is thirteen; the top of her class, a devoted older sister, and loyal daughter.

Fuyumi also finds that she has nothing else to give. She no longer strives to reach new heights, she has willed herself to become the very person her father craved her to be; she finds that the payout wasn’t as satisfying as she’d dreamed of. Every awards’ ceremony she’s had has been met by her parents’ absence.

The walls still shake when Enji comes home, she hasn’t pleased him any. She made no difference in his life by placating his demands— she’s only wasting her time, she knows there will never be an end to his greed. Fuyumi walks home in silence as she realizes she does not want to get better. There’s no point in getting better anymore, she’s fulfilled all her father’s demands and yet there’s no satisfaction: no response as she tells him of all her achievements.

Yet the walls shake as she reaches her home and finds that she’s alone; her dresser is shoved to the ground, clothes are ripped out of drawers and tossed around, her screams are loud and tears are hot as they run down her face. Her room is a mess as she kicks and screams on her bed, chest heaves with rage. It's all a mess and it's always been a mess; she tells herself this is what she needs. She doesn’t feel sad, she isn’t disappointed for once; the burning sensation in her chest is a red demon that rarely makes itself known— yet she’s seen it all her life.

Rage.

It barely takes a second for her to register before she tugs at her own hair, almost pleading for the proof of being her parents’ daughter to leave. She doesn’t want to be like her mother anymore, she doesn't care for her fathers’ approval anymore. Fuyumi no longer cares what either of them could bring to her life, she just wants her brothers, and to go home.

Fuyumi is thirteen when her three brothers pile into her room— worriedly following the anguished cries— only find her a mess, she is ushered out of her room and into Touya’s room. Her room is messy and that night the siblings all sleep side by side on a cramped floor; she is home.

Fuyumi is sixteen years old when she decides her house feels sad: no pictures of her and her siblings anywhere, no pictures of her parents’ wedding, no proof of any love anywhere. All she has to do is flash her perfect report card to her father to get a nice flashy camera. (She knows the camera is only a gift to get her to shut up and leave her alone rather than a reward for her hard work; she likes to think it's a fair transaction.)

She gets to work quickly, making up for all the lost memories that were never documented. She wants to leave proof in the world that yes, she is here, Todoroki Fuyumi exists. The Todoroki children exist, and she’ll make sure that there’s proof of it out in the world. And though she doesn’t dare to leave a trace of their existence throughout the house, Fuyumi’s room is a different story. Her walls are littered with photos, barely a blank spot in sight.

Her siblings watch over her, every moment that has even remotely made her happy shines to her. From Shoto’s time at an actual restaurant, to Touya falling off his skateboard, and Natsuo playing soccer with some of his friends. Memories speak out to her, proof that she is alive and has something beyond her good grades and attitude. The house is still cold, but her room is filled with family and warmth.

She has come to realize that her brothers are enough of a family for her, how could they not be when she finds Natsuo and Shoto’s selfies on her camera reel. Though that part in her still yearns for her mother, that same part that wishes she could have that same familial love she sees whenever she visits her friends’ houses, she is fine for now. She is fine as they all pile together in Touya’s room, the younger boys helping her pick which photos to use for the scrapbooks and Touya complaining about the bad photos she got of him.

Fuyumi is sixteen, surrounded by love and warmth in the comfort of her brothers– her parents are nowhere to be seen and yet this is enough for now.

Fuyumi is now nineteen years old; she has her mothers’ beauty yet it's no longer upsetting to her reflection, she carries her fathers disappointment on her shoulders each day and yet is able to get out of bed each morning. Her mornings are filled with studies and afternoons she’s off to work at the campus library— turns out rent is expensive after you find a better apartment for your older brother.

And brothers she has.

Fuyumi is awarded custody of her younger brothers, she cries into Touya’s chest as she leaves the courthouse— her chest heaves as she tries to comprehend how Enji and Rei surrendered her brothers over to her care as if they were nothing, she thinks they must truly be empty to cast aside such bright children. She is filled with both relief and grief as her brothers move the little belongings they own into her and Touya’s apartment.

Her grief is quick to fade as soon as she sees the joy on their face— after all, the four of them were free.

Evenings in her room studying were now practically scheduled with an extra three particularly annoying guests— Touya cackling on the floor of her room as she stared at her statistics homework completely unsure of what to do next, Natsuo laying on her bed as he and Touya tossed a football to each other, and Shouto absolutely not taking the hint as he sat next to her doing his own homework and telling her about every little detail about his day; and yet she doesn’t seem to mind it all too much.

Pictures of her and her brothers run throughout their apartment, there is life and there is love. She is a good sister as she cooks dinner each night and helps Shouto with schoolwork and scours endlessly to find just the right college for Natsuo. She passes out on the couch every Saturday afternoon, legs thrown across Touya’s lap as they share a couch like they did a crib as toddlers. Fuyumi is nineteen; the top of her class, a devoted older sister, and an estranged daughter.

Yet she is surrounded by her family, she is loved and that’s enough.

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#fuyumi todoroki #touya todoroki #natsuo todoroki #shouto todoroki #todoroki family #todoroki siblings #enji todoroki #rei todoroki #my hero academy #mha #bnha

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nukapind · 2 years

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i changed (it was worth it) - todoroki siblings

Tis is different than most things I’ve written, its more of a vent so idk how it’ll do but this was crossposted to my AO3.

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tw: mentions of abuse, yelling

touya was doomed from the start, born to a loveless couple who had no buisiness being together. all his siblings were good for were annoying him, but leaving them to their parent’s wrath is just too cruel even for him

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nukapind · 2 years

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Hiya could you please do a song fic for Shinsou with big sister reader with the song So Big / So Small? Thank you!😊😁

Stay

Wayyy overdue, sorry about that wait! Definitely not my best work, it was a little hard to get into this perspective seeing as I’m the youngest of my family, but I hope its not absolutely terrible. Like usual, this was crossposted to my AO3.

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“What’s going on?” Tired purple eyes stared up at you, the last of the boxes haphazardly strewn around the house– hopefully he hadn’t noticed the trail they’d been making up to the door, but Hitoshi had always been such a smart kid; the truth wouldn’t be hidden for too long. It had always been clear to you that your parents’ marriage would crumble one day– there’d always been that childish glimmer of hope that they’d make up, the love would suddenly spark back to life and the four of you could live like a happy family.

It was always a nice thought, just something unattainable.

“Toshi, why don’t you go upstairs, mmkay? I’ll go talk to Dad.” Your hand made its way to comb through his hair and he closed his eyes. “I saw the truck… Is Dad leaving again?” Your lip wobbled slightly, kneeling to the floor and taking a seat next to him. “Yeah, Dad’s going away. We’ll be fine though.” He hummed softly, closing his eyes peacefully as he leaned into your hand.

“When's he coming back this time?” You bit the inside of your cheek, chest hurting at the thought. It wasn’t Hitoshi’s fault that your parents were terrible for each other, it wasn’t his fault that they had him just to try to bring the relationship together. And as jealous as you were that he didn’t have to see your parents fall out of love, you pushed the green monster down back into the depths of your mind. He was a kid, you repeated in your head, he’s a kid and he’s gonna need someone by his side.

“I don’t think Dad’s not coming back this time. He and Mom aren’t gonna be together, they… they don’t love each other.” He frowned, glancing over at the window at the truck parked in the driveway. You could practically see the thoughts running through his little six year old head. Hitoshi’s mouth opened before pausing, big purple eyes focused on your own.

“Is mom leaving too?” You winced at that, a lump forming at your throat. Who were you to tell him that yes, his mother would probably leave him. That if your mother barely cared about you, then why would she care about him? Why would you tell him that there’s nights she’ll leave the house and not come back until dinnertime the next day. It was already made known to you that both you and Hitoshi were unwanted in this stage of your parents’ life, you knew that it was expected for you to move out as soon as you became of age and expected that you’d take Hitoshi with you.

“I think so.”

He pondered this for a minute, eyebrows scrunching in on his face before looking up at you curiously. “Can I see the truck this time?” Biting your lip, you nodded and hoisted him up to your hip– thankful he didn’t complain this time, he rarely liked to be picked up or even held at times. His face tucked into your neck, avoiding looking your father in the eye as you carried him out the front door. His eyes shining as you set him down on the hood of the car, you smiled at the glee written all over his face as you pulled your phone out. Ignoring the wetness trickling down your cheek, you feigned a grin.

“Smile and say cheese!”

Hitoshi’s smile had always been the brightest thing in the world.

And yet the truck left an hour later, no goodbyes were said that day. You now had an absent father, a mother that was seemingly on the way there, and a child to raise.

“Are you awake?”

You squinted at the figure standing at your bedroom door, Histoshi had always been such a restless child. It always drove you crazy growing up to constantly have him at your side, whining about how he wanted to sleep in your bed with you. “Toshi? What is it, you have a field trip tomorrow.” Small footsteps pad over quietly, crawling under your covers and curling up to your side just like he always did when he was a toddler– old habits die hard you supposed. Your hand rubbed his back gently, his head tucked under your chin. “Are you leaving me too?

You paused at that, pulling away slightly to meet tearful eyes. “I’ll be good, I promise.”He whimpered, clinging onto you for dear life. Quickly, you rushed to sit up, holding him close to your chest. “Toshi, I promise I’m staying, okay? No matter what, we’ll stay together.” His sobs got stronger, yet he nodded– tears streaking all over his face and your neck. “I’m not going anywhere Hitoshi, I’ll always be here for you.” You rocked him carefully, just as you’d done all those years ago.

Quiet sobs faded out into nothing, your rocking stilled. With each other arm in arm, you’d figure it out.

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#my hero imagines #my hero academy #boku no academia #mha

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nukapind · 2 years

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hey 😊

i saw your latest story on AO3 first and then came here

i just had to tell you how much i loved the brotherly love shown by touya and all the details you included 💕

ahh thank you, it really means an awful lot. a lot was based off my own siblings so im glad you were able to enjoy the family dynamic :)

#nea rambles 💜

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nukapind · 2 years

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i changed (it was worth it) - todoroki siblings

Tis is different than most things I’ve written, its more of a vent so idk how it’ll do but this was crossposted to my AO3.

Masterlist

tw: mentions of abuse, yelling

touya was doomed from the start, born to a loveless couple who had no buisiness being together. all his siblings were good for were annoying him, but leaving them to their parent's wrath is just too cruel even for him

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The world had been against Touya from the start— a child born to a couple who should have never met, much less have gotten married and start a family together. The meeting of Todoroki Enji and Himura Rei had been something akin to a marriage entirely born of convenience, the proud man practically repelling anyone he had ever met and the woman had been raised to be a housewife— to sit obedient to her future husband’s every wish. His father was nothing if not a distant man, never there for a single important milestone of Touya’s, much less the other children’s— it seemed like Enji was only home whenever his voice would rattle the house, and give Touya tremors that’d he did his best to hide. It never seemed to bother Rei all too much, it’d been much different for a child to grow in those circumstances.

Rei hadn’t been much better, a hollow personality with eyes that seemed to look right through you. An emptiness filled her that nothing could quite replace— despite having child after child in hopes to feel something suddenly click in her body— she never held an ounce of joy nor love towards them. Only birthing children into a loveless family for nothing more than to occupy a meaningless space in the world.

Unfortunately, Touya’s bad luck hadn’t ended there.

It appeared that in the Todoroki family, just because you had children, it didn’t mean you had to care for them in any capacity. Cries from the younger three children had always become a common occurrence, annoying Touya to absolutely no end.

Being the oldest was especially exhausting when you had to deal with both resentful parents and snotty brats. No matter how hard he tried to make himself as hidden as possible, his plans had always gone awry. Which is why he found himself staring at his siblings who had quickly escaped to the sanctity of his room, door locked shut behind the trio as their father raged on in the living room. Fuyumi struggled to carry the toddler in her small arms and Natsuo panting dramatically as he sank down against the door.

He grit his teeth as Shoto was placed down onto the floor, why did they have to come here? Of all places, they had chosen the one place he would be inconvenienced. “Dinner is late.” Fuyumi mumbled, a cold quiet voice that almost resembled their mother’s from the lack of emotion. The one-sided argument rang on throughout the house and Touya bit his tongue. He wouldn’t entertain children, he decided.

“Make yourselves busy.”

Money couldn’t buy the kids love, but it did buy the television set the three silently gathered around the nintendo— mindlessly watching Touya win round after round, all the while their father’s yelling seemingly ceased to exist in their world.

Touya soon starts to forget what being lonely feels like, when night after night it becomes the new norm for the children to all sleep huddled up in his room. The pit in his stomach is gone but there’s always a lump in his throat after he contemplates kicking them all out. Tomorrow night, he decides he’ll end the cycle and they’ll be forced to find another hiding spot, but tomorrow happens over and over again and he still shares a bed with his siblings.

Touya is eight when he decides his siblings aren’t the worst part of this family.

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“I hate how I look.”

Touya had almost snarkily agreed until he realized the gravity of the situation— almost cringing to himself at the thought of the conversation that was to come, it definitely was one he could do without. However, it also wasn’t a secret that Natsuo looked similar to Enji, something Touya was glad he hadn’t inherited or else he wouldn’t be able to stand his own fucking reflection.

It’d never been a secret that Natsuo had almost as much resentment towards his father as Touya did, the refusal to be in the same room as Enji had started young— beginning with a fear of a scolding had managed to evolve into complete irritation at even being in the same room as his father. Father and son had grown to the point where they could not handle being in the same room as one another, an explosive match always following after each supposed family dinner that Enji had decided to join in on.

“We all look like them.” Natsuo clicked his tongue at that, lifting his head and revealing his tired eyes. “I look like him.” He mumbled and Touya pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh.

Of course Natsuo was right, sometimes when the nights got so bad and Enji couldn’t control his anger, turmoil would begin to manifest in Toyua’s chest whenever he saw his younger brother, angering the teen because Natsuo wasn’t at fault for that. And no matter how much he knew that, the resentment was difficult to shake off.

“Well you’re not him.”

Natsuo stayed silent, curling up into a ball

“You’re not Enji, isn’t that enough for you? Looks can be changed, it’s not the end of the world.” Natsuo sniffled, wiping at his eyes before any tears had the chance to trickle down his cheeks. “That doesn’t change anything, he’s everywhere in this damn house. It’s not just me that looks like him.” Touya held back a frown as Natsuo’s eyes settled on him for a split second before looking away quickly. Biting his tongue, he nodded. Of course it wasn’t just Natsuo, it was all four of them plagued with some sort of reminder of their father.

Unfortunately, Enji’s eyes and hair will always be a part of Touya, written in his genetic coding, but some looks can be changed.

“Can I play on your playstation?” “No, get your shoes on. We’re going to the store.”

Touya is fourteen when his brother and sister help him dye his hair: now black rather than the unruly red he’d been bestowed upon birth. Touya is fourteen when he gets the punishment of a lifetime but now Natsuo looks him in the eye for the first time in months.

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The door to his room slamming open and shut hadn’t bothered Touya all too much. There was rarely a moment of quiet in Touya’s life, he’d grown up with his father’s yells shaking the wall and hushed cries of the children. Already turning in his chair and getting ready to scold Shoto (the kid was notorious for causing trouble nowadays), he froze as he saw Fuyumi. Hot tears trickling down her cheeks and hair disheveled, a far cry from the prim and proper look she always allowed the world to see her as.

“Why does mom look at me like that? I haven’t done anything wrong!” And immediately, Touya knew exactly what the problem was— Rei’s lifeless eyes had always stared at the lot of them the exact same way. It had plagued him for the longest time when he was younger. Of course Fuyumi had never done anything wrong, it wasn’t anyone’s fault besides Rei. She’d been a fool to expect something in her mind to finally click with each new child. Expecting the love to flood her brain and bring out something– anything– in her heart.

It never came no matter how much she tried— Touya had come to terms with that long ago, but Fuyumi would be more stubborn. It’d take longer for her, especially after idolizing and making excuses for her all the years. She’d always had more hope that their family would just click together someday– Touya always hoped that didn’t mean she’d end up like Rei in that manner.

“I try so hard to make her happy, but she doesn’t see me!” Her hands started tugging harshly on her snow colored hair and he quickly pulled them away to her side. “Fuyumi, she’s fucked in the head, she’s not there! Nothing’s going to ever change that, why are you still bothering with her?” Her sobs got worse, body heaving with each word she managed to get out.

“I just want them to love me.”

For a brief second, he’d have done anything for her to break free from the shackles of their parents— the very idea unsettled Touya, and he forced it into the back of his mind. “You don’t need them, you have Natsuo and Shoto.” And me, though the words were left unsaid.

He bit the inside of his cheek before sighing, sitting down next to her. “You know that they would change if they wanted to, they’re not changing.” Bringing her knees up to her chest, she hid her face in her lap, mumbling softly.

“Aren’t we worth changing for?”

He stayed silent, his siblings had somehow changed him all for the better no matter how much he tried to resist it— they’d wormed their way into his life despite all the times he’d tried to kick them out of it. His mornings were spent with getting them all settled with breakfast and ready for classes, and nights ended with making sure homework was done and they were in the safety of their room. Of course they were worst changing for, so why couldn’t their fucking parents see that?

“All of you shits are worth it, it doesn’t matter if they don’t change. I’m here.” His arm wrapped around Fuyumi as her cries slowly began to wind down. Once prim and proper now proved to be a child desperate for her parents to look at her with light in their eyes rather than regret and resentment.

Toya is sixteen as he takes Fuyumi’s tear-stained glasses off her face, letting her doze off into a restless sleep on his bed. There was nothing in Rei’s heart, but unsettlement filled Touya’s as he made his makeshift bed on the floor of his room that night; allowing his sister to lie in his bed like she had years ago.

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“Touya!” He ignored the yelling of his youngest brother, tugging his shoes on and making sure his wallet was in his pocket– he was almost late and like hell would he miss his shift. “Not now Shoto, I gotta go!” Huffing, the child quickly pinned himself between Touya and the front door.

“Can I go to work with you?” Touya raised a brow as Shoto stood in front of his only escape route, blocking it off when he knew damn well he had to go or he’d be late. The eldest and youngest stared the other down, Touya biting his scowl back at the kid. “Why?” The child had almost looked nervous as he glanced around. “I heard Dad on the phone with Mom, he’s really mad. Natsuo’s staying at a friend’s house.” And Fuyumi was off on a school trip for the next two day.

Meaning if Shoto stayed home, he’d be at the mercy of their father.

The idea of it irked him, and the fact that they had that weird eldest and youngest rivalry didn’t matter at the moment. “Fuck! Fine, just hurry and get your backpack.” Knowing their father, he’d find the worst time to get home. Shoto scrambled to get his school-bag and shoes on.

Rolling his eyes, he easily picked Shoto up and jogged out of the neighborhood— an excited laugh leaving the kid as he gripped the collar of Touya’s shirt tightly. Ignoring all the stares that followed him, he finally slowed down in an attempt to catch his breath— Shoto still giggling as he was set down on his feet while Touya crouched over, hands on knees as he tried to calm his breathing.

Touya had to admit, it was nice to see the kid smiling for once, Shoto was eight years old and he already looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders– just like Touya had at that age. He’s almost grateful that he’d been the oldest out of all of the kids, at least the others could have a real shot at life.

“The hell is Fuyumi feeding you? You’re fucking heavy.” “We eat the same food… Wouldn’t that mean you’re heavy too?” Shoto pensively wondered. Scowling, Touya huffed as he nudged Shoto’s shoulder, making his way to the run down diner he’d managed to get a job at. “C’mon Smartass, when we get there you can finish your homework and I’ll get you something to eat.”

“I don’t like homework, and you never do yours” He snorted at that, Shoto holding onto his hand as they made their way to the shitty restaurant he worked at. “Yeah well you don’t wanna end up like me, you gotta do something right.” The light shove he gave Shoto didn’t deter the grin making its way on the eight year old’s face. “I’m gonna be just like you!”

“Please don’t.” He inwardly smiled, holding the door open for the little brat before getting him settled into the booth. “Do your homework, I’ll get some lunch–” “Cold soba please.” Touya’s mouth twitched at that, shaking his head and going to the kitchen.

Touya is seventeen when his coworkers coo over his younger brother, it's his first job and decides against quitting when he sees the smile on Shoto’s face– delighting in the attention the motherly waitress gives him. His brother is unburdened and Touya is okay with taking the burdens from him once more.

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Touya is now eighteen, freshly kicked out of his childhood home and in his own little shitty apartment he can barely afford. His siblings spend more time here than at their own home and he’s at peace with that. Todoroki Touya is an older brother, he still dyes his hair regularly, still holds his sister tight, and still remembers his brother’s favorite meal. He is surrounded by warmth, an unspoken love with his siblings as they all pile together in his bare living room just as they had a decade earlier. He is warm inside and surrounded by a family he didn’t want but was glad he had kept.

Touya is eighteen when he realizes it was worth it.

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Please let me know if you enjoyed, this is very different than anything else I’ve written.

#mha #bnha #mha fan #bnha fanfic #my hero academy #bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #bnha fuyumi #fuyumi todoroki #natsuo todoroki #todoroki shoto #todoroki family

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