We’re Not Supposed Talk About It - Poem about the Todoroki Family
Fandom: My Hero Academia
TW: light burn/cut/bruise descriptions, angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of neglect, mentions of people being sold, typical enji todoroki A+ parenting, rei todoroki being a good but absent parent
Authors Note: sry haven’t been active my life has been busy af
Word Count: 510
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We don't talk about how Fuyumi knew how to cook a meal for a family of four at eight.
We don't talk about Shoto's black eyes.
We don't talk about Touya's burns and cuts.
We don't talk about Natsuo because Father doesn't know who he is.
We don't talk about Touya after he killed himself.
We don't talk about Mother.
We don't talk about the day Father put Mother in the hospital.
We don't talk about fire. Or Father. At least around Mother.
We don't talk about dreams.
We don't talk about how Touya only ever wanted Father's attention.
We don’t talk about Fuyumi's dreams of a happy, normal family.
We don’t talk about Natsuo's dreams of having parents that didn't beat his brothers.
We don’t talk about Shoto’s dreams of knowing his siblings.
We aren’t supposed to remember Touya.
We aren’t supposed to remember the way Touya’s hair turned white.
We aren’t supposed to remember the way Touya pulled his hair when he was anxious.
We aren’t supposed to remember the way Touya tried to kill Shoto.
We aren’t supposed to remember Mother.
We aren’t supposed to remember the way Mother would hold us.
We aren’t supposed to remember how Mother asked Shoto and Touya if they wanted to be heroes.
We aren’t supposed to remember the way Mother never asked Fuyumi or Natsuo that question, assuming they didn’t.
Maybe Natsuo did want to be a hero. He’s not supposed to remember childhood dreams.
We are supposed to smile at reporters.
We are supposed to smile for pictures. Even family photos. The ones that will live in the attic so future generations will think we were happy.
Touya was supposed to become a hero. He never even made it to his 20s.
Fuyumi was supposed to be just like her Mother. She wasn’t sold like Mother was. She never married like Mother did.
Natsuo was supposed to be a masterpiece. He wasn’t born with fire.
Shoto was supposed to be a masterpiece. He was.
Shoto was supposed to be able to communicate normally. Shoto struggled with talking, metaphors, and hyperboles. Fuyumi had to talk to him like a child for him to understand.
Mother was supposed to love her husband. And her children. She didn’t love her husband. She couldn’t remember if she had children or not. Not until Fuyumi started visiting her.
We are supposed to visit Mother in the hospital.
Fuyumi does.
Natsuo does, though less often.
Touya would. If he still lived.
We don’t answer the questions about Touya.
We don’t answer the questions about Shoto’s scar.
We’re not supposed to answer questions about Endeavor as a Father.
We’re supposed to lie. Fuyumi always does. Shoto changes the subject. Natsuo pretends that his Father isn’t Endeavor.
Endeavor. The Number 1 hero.
The person who beat his eldest, who was a failure. And his youngest, who was a “masterpiece”.
The person who is served food by his daughter. She cooked.
Care to elucidate, Issac? The enigma of how you cultivate such…adoration from these insipid females to fawn over you. It seems to be a bewitchment of some sort I mean what person with any sense of will would be attracted to an insane man conducting mere childish experiments. Do unravel the…mystery.
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