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When the forty-six years old red haired haired male adult had found his own son, he had felt something inside him. Was it guilt and concern? He had treated his son like shit and yet he allowed his son to be in the hands of that psychopath. He was already a shitty father from the very beginning. He threw three of his children away just to have Shoto be stronger. He had lost his son Touya. The cause of death was unknown. All he ever was told was that his son Touya was dead. In reality, Touya is a villain and Touya goes by the name Dabi. He does not know that that his son is alive.
Why did that psychopath lay a fucking finger on him? That fucking psychopath took my son’s quirk and used it in battle against my rival. Todoroki Enji thought furiously in his mind, his hands turning into fists. His eyes quickly gazed up at the doctor saying that he was allowed to see his son. He had grabbed his brown coat, getting up from the chair and rushing to the room where his son Shoto was. He didn’t care if Shoto didn’t want him there. A shaky sigh escapes from his mouth. I am an asshole.
Todoroki Enji thought to himself solemnly in his mind, opening the door only to see his son watching the television. Shit. Why the fuck did they have the TV on? They could have at least turn it off for my son Shoto. Todoroki Enji thought to himself in his mind, the thoughts quickly vanishing at hearing his son telling him to close the TV off. A sigh escapes from his mouth as he went over to the TV, closing the TV. Damnit. “Shoto…how are you feeling?” Todoroki Enji spoke with a concerning tone. Being so concerned was so….weird for him.
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How was he feeling? How was he feeling? Was this question a joke? Was he trying to play with him? His head was raised and eyes were opened wide as he stared at him with pure hate and despair. All he had done on his life - his dream to be a hero - had been taken away. All he had worked so hard for had been taken away in seconds. The reason his mother had to suffer had turned to nothing but a meaningless dream and the cause was in front of him. He had ended All Might like he would have wanted. With his own power, All Might had stopped being the symbol of peace. Because of him, his father turned to the number one hero and he was left with nothing at all. Putting all his worth to his Quirk had made him be nothing but useless.
His head was bowed, his gaze lost. “Isn't this what you wanted?” he asked. Didn't he want to surpass All Might? “You wanted me to end All Might... Now you are the number one... Isn't this what you wanted?” he said with a growl. He was nothing but a successful experiment. He had grown up for that reason. To see the hero he admired the most give the last of his power to save him. He had grown up for that plan, wasn't that right? Hadn't this been a success? Why was the old bastard trying too hard to look sad? Why was he hiding that he had been nothing but happy that his own wishes were finally fulfilled?
He was trying so hard not to let the tears fall. He'd never be the hero he wanted. He wouldn't be the hero his mother would have been proud of. His father would now throw him out of his life since he wouldn't be useful anymore. He would have to adjust to a new reality as quirkless. What would he tell his mother? Would he have to give up the hero course? His heart was beating fast as he tried not to let his emotions overwhelm him. He had to calm down. He shouldn't show any weakness to him.
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