My Little Ember - Enji Todoroki
Platonic!Yandere!Enji Todoroki
A/N: Okay, I’m late. I missed a lot of due dates. This isn’t even beta read. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. But here it is anyway!
This is Yandere content, and as such, one should be cautious of viewing this if you have certain triggers.
“Wake up, my little ember~ Did you have a good rest?”
You blink your eyes open and look around. You are in “your” bedroom, a cruelly comforting place. A room in Enji’s giant mansion, covered in pastels and various kid-friendly entertainment. The nicest cage money could buy.
Enji’s hand rests on your shoulder. A warm presence on this otherwise cold day. Your eyes flicker up at the cyan ones looking compassionately down.
“Uhh, yeah, it was fine, Enji…”
Enji sighs and rubs his hand against your shoulder.
“I told you, kid, call me dad.”
“But-”
Enji raises a warm finger to your lips.
“Come now, enough of that. I’ve let you sleep in long enough; it is already 7:30 am. I have been cooking breakfast in the kitchen for you.”
You look away dejectedly.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Hush, you need your breakfast if you want to grow big and strong like your old man!”
He promptly lifts you out of bed with just one arm, shoving you over his shoulder. You don’t fight back, instead just lying there, looking at the upside-down room.
Humming a tune, he carries you out of your bedroom, and into the empty mansion that you both share—pristine white walls and furniture, broken up with the odd child-proofed edge or photo-frame.
He abducted you four months ago and ever since seemed to be treating you as his child. Everyone who saw Endeavor knew he probably didn’t have a stellar home life, but this was absurd.
He walks down the stairs to the first floor, walking through a massive living room.
“Enj-uhhh, dad?”
Enji hummed with delight as he kept walking, you swaying up and down on his shoulder, getting slightly dizzy.
“Yes, my little ember?”
“Do you think I-uhh, we, could go outside today?”
Enji stops in his tracks, his grip on you tightening and warming. Not noticeably, but enough.
“...Ember, I am not too sure if that is a wise decision.”
Of course. It hadn’t worked the other 50 times you asked, why would it work now?! Why was it so hard for you to find ANY time away his watchful eye.
“What a fucking surprise…”
“Hey!”
He pulls your now shaking form off his shoulder. One hand around your waist, one around your head as he brings you in front of him, hovering off the floor. His eyes are thin, a scowl on his face. You feel his hot breath coming from his nostrils. You have never been more scared in your life of this man.
“Do not use that foul language, Y/N Todoroki. I will not tolerate it. Do not make me discipline you.”
“I-uhhh, sorry…” you stammer out, avoiding his gaze.
His hand moves your head and forces your eyes to meet his disappointed ones.
“I have raised you better than that, haven’t I? Apologise properly.”
“Uhhh,,,Sorry, Father, that I, behaved inappropriately…” you say, staring into eyes that only villains are privy to.
His face warms and he pulls you in for a hug.
“Apology accepted!”
He places you down on the floor, but keeps your hand in a vice-like grip.
“Now! We can’t leave those pancakes waiting, can we?”
Enji pulls you along, almost causing you to fall over a few times to keep up with his faster gait. He walks into the kitchen,and the smell of pancakes fill the air. He places you down on a seat, grabbing a plate and putting some pancakes on it, before serving it to you. You detectedly pick at the pancakes, staring out the window. It’s an overcast and cloudy day, might rain later. Enji seemingly notices this.
“Feeling melancholy, oh sorry, I meant, are you feeling sad??” He pries, softly bumping you with his elbow to get you to pay attention to him.
“You kidna-” You got to interject, but get interrupted.
“I have something that might cheer you up! Look at this, my little ember!”
Enji reaches over to grab the wet batter, he pours a bit into one of his cupped hands, and after putting down the container, presses his other hand over it. After a few seconds, he pulls apart his hand to reveal a potato-shaped pancake with imprints of his hands on it, perfectly cooked.
You fail to look impressed, to which Enji sighs.
“You will find it more interesting when you have your own quirk, I bet!”
“...You realise I’m quirkless right?” You’ve been quirkless forever, you weren’t thrilled about it, but you made do, or you did, before this deranged hero kidnapped you.
“Do not worry, my sweet little cinder. You are just a late bloomer. Your powers will come in soon, I guarantee it! You are a todoroki! It is in your very nature!”
“But I-”
“You might even get a fire quirk like your old man! Imagine how much I could impart to you! Are you not excited?!”
“No, not rea-”
“You will go to UA of course, but that might be putting the cart before the horse, champ. We should think about primary school before that...”
Wait, what? Ignoring the fact that he’s trying to enrol you in primary school, this would mean you’d get out of the house, and presumably, to a teacher, who’d figure out you’re not a kid, and are in fact, being held against your will.
“I’d love to go to school Dad!” you cry enthuasatically, desperate to get out of the house.
“Ha! You’re certainly eager!” He saddles up beside you and pulls you into his side, tussling your hair.
“Although...School seems a bit dangerous, looking at UA and what happened with sho- maybe instead, we could try a different approach, my little ember.”
“But I’d really like to meet oth-” You need to force this issue, you can’t let him shut this issue down like this. This is your one chance to get outside the house.
“Hmmm! How about instead, you use packet learning for general education, and well, we will cross the hero bridge when we get to it. Heh, maybe I could teach you about being a hero and intern you myself if you try to get your hero license! Would that not be fun, your old man teaching you how to be a hero?”
He presses you into his side more, face pushed against his pecs, preventing you from speaking. It’s meant as a sort of hug, it mainly just hurts quite a bit.
“Just know I love you no matter what the outcome is, okay? Powers or no powers. Hero or no hero. You’ll always be my little ember!”
Despite your flails and protests, Enji carries you to the couch, sitting you down next to the TV. The sun has risen fully, becoming mid-morning.
“Alright, kiddo. Want to watch some cartoons? How about that backyard science one? We could try to replicate, er, repeat, the experiment later?”
“Could I-er, we, watch that detective movie? I saw an ad for it, it looked interesting?” The issue is gone now, he will only deflect any questions, you’ve tried MANY times to get that to work. Might as well get SOME enjoyment out of this day.
“Hmpfh, you saw an advertisment for that movie? I need to monitor what you watch more often, that is much too dark for a young mind like you! Let me put on that science show…”
Enji goes to grab the remote, but you slap it out of his hand.
“Stop this! Stop pretending that I’m your child! Stop trying to coddle me!“
Enji goes to touch your shoulder, concern plastered over his face, hiding something sinister.
“Don’t fucking touch me you creep! Everyone knows you fucked up your first chance at a good family life, and this isn’t a fucking do over, you abusive, coddling, tormentor!”
Enji sighs.
“And I was having such a nice morning too.”
Enji’s face grows dark as he stands up from the couch, before turning around and bending down to your level. Fast hands pinning your shoulders to your side, keeping you in place as an intimidating and vilanous look takes over his face.
“I will give you 5 seconds to apologise, and just maybe, I, your FATHER, can find it in my heart to lessen the SEVERE punishment you are getting, kid.”
“1”
“I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
Enji’s face contorts into a smug smirk as confusion takes over yours.
“2”
“W-What? But-I’m sorry! Please listen to me!”
You thrash useleslly against the hands holding you in place, desperate to try and escape his gaze. Reduced to a whimpering and crying mess as you think of the ‘discipline’ your father will inflict.
“3”
“Please! I said I’m sorry! What more do you want from me?!”
You’re on the edge of hyper ventilating as Enji stares you down. His hands are warming up, grip tightening, only causing your thrashing to become even stronger. Your attempts to break free don’t even budge him an inch.
“4...Do not make me count to 5...”
“Please! Enj-Father! I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll eat those pancakes! I’ll play along! Please, don’t hurt me!”
Enji’s smug smile and piercing eyes will haunt your dreams.
“...5. I thought I had raised you better than that, my little cinder. Oh well, time to-”
Lightning and thunder interrupts the countdown, an ear-splitting crack emanating from outside the sealed house. Enji jumps to cover you, as you yelp, the already anxiety inducing conversation ruining your nerves so much a lightning strike scares you. Immediately, Enji’s menacing demeanor melted away.
“Oh, I thought it was a villi- nevermind.”
Enji looks down at you. Your form is shaking, tears spilling out of your eyes. Looking both catatonic and extremely wound up, as you fail to comprehend your surroundings, simply mumbling to yourself about punishment and forgiveness.
“S-Sorry. Forgive. Forgive m-me.I-I-”
“Do you see, my little ember? The threat of punishment WAS the punishment.
His hands pulled you into his broad chest, shushing you and rubbing warming hands up and down your back. You keep on crying, your turbulent emotions entirely out of control, not knowing how to react. You feel like your sanity is so fragile, anything will break it. You simply focus on a spot upon the wall, and nothing else.
“It is okay, ember. It is just thunder. I will protect you.”
“...not scared of thunder...” you mumble. He chooses to cocoon you further with his massive body, noticeably warming himself up to protect you from the potential cold.
“You do not need to lie, little one. I am not expecting you to be perfect, okay?”
He pauses, mulling over his next words.
“I am only expecting perfection from me.”
