#todorokifamfic

[lunaleen-writes]

Todoroki Family Ficlets

Summary:

Maybe, just maybe, Fuyumi hated her mother as much as she loathed her father.

Notes: After months of not writing shit, I am back with some Todoroki fam shenanigans. Aka me dumping all my trauma onto them lmao. Do not expect much, this will not be in chronological order, it is an AU where pretty much everything is the same only that Enji is a politician (from a family of conservative politicians ala Bush family) and Touya never left.

English is not my mother tongue, I have no beta and I did not proofread this either. Enjoy

AO3 link

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To everyone’s eyes, even those who saw what went on behind the curtains with the Todoroki Family, Fuyumi was the perfect daughter.

She wasn’t rebellious, seizing every opportunity to diss their father and to taint the family’s name like Touya. She wasn’t always bitter like Natsuo and wasn’t detached and isolated from everything in life, like Shoto.

Since she was a small child, she never talked back. She helped at the house, did her chores on time, got along with all her siblings, even Touya. She treated both her mother and father with respect. Fuyumi knew how to play the part.

As an adult, she still lived the life her father wanted, only dated the people he approved of, studied what he wanted her to study, dressed the way he considered acceptable, Fuyumi did all in her power to help her brothers and was a mediator between them and their father. She always kept her head cold, never losing her temper. No matter how rough matters were at her home, she always behaved.

But deep down Fuyumi despised her parents, yes her parents, her mom was included there too. She despised her mom because she allowed all to happen, she could’ve put a stop to it, she could’ve said no to the arranged marriage, she could’ve avoided having babies after Touya was born but she continued popping kids out for her abuser and because of her, she and her brothers had to endure that hell while she spends her days in a psychiatric hospital that is better than most 5 stars hotel. Because Rei Touya and Shoto were permanently scarred, both physically and psychologically.

Because Rei, oh the fragile Rei, the one that doesn’t have to listen to her dad anymore, she doesn’t have to care about the wellbeing of Touya; she doesn’t have to go to dinners, parties, rallies and pretend that they are the ideal family.

Because of her mom, she had to take the role of caretaker and couldn’t have a normal childhood. She couldn’t be just a regular teen worried about dates, proms, boyfriends. Instead, she had to worry about the health of Shoto, the feelings of Natsuo, Touya escaping from their house, doing drugs.

Out of all her brothers, she was the only one that still visited her mother every week. She brought her flowers, snacks, pictures, walked with her in the facility’s garden, talked to her about her life. But she did it out of duty, because she felt she had to. So the few times her mom cried during one of her visits, she just wanted to yell at her, tell her she had no right to feel bad or complain when she has spent years living peacefully, when she abandoned them, when she tried to kill her brothers and herself. When she left them.

Fuyumi hated her mother too, perhaps even more than she loathed her father.

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Brother

Summary:Fuyumi visits Touya at the hospital after his fight with Endeavor.] [Slight spoilers/ Chapter 290]

AOT3 LINK HERE

He opened his eyes and found himself in a desolated hospital room. Looking around he found that there was no couch, no decorations, not even a window, just the bed, an uncomfortable– looking metallic chair, and a small desk that only had a plastic water container and a glass. It didn’t surprise him; he was a terrorist after all. All his body hurt, for what he could see, it was completely covered in bandages, he was using a very uncomfortable oxygen mask with a terrible plasticky smell, he had also an IV pumping a clear liquid onto him, both of his hands were cuffed to the bed.

Great . He though. He could not care less what it would happen to him from now on, he would’ve preferred to die but unfortunately, someone (He wished he’d know who, so he could kill it) decided to save him, and now here he was, tied to a damned hospital bed.

He was awake when she entered the room, he wishes he could’ve pretended he was still asleep but unfortunately, he was looking straight at the door when she appeared.

She was dressed in black from head to toes, her hair on a ponytail, a handkerchief on her left hand. Fuyumi looked exhausted, so sad and defeated, she took the chair and sat next to the bed.

''I’m so glad you are alive Touya nii.'' She said placing one of her hands on top of his right one, so gently. ''Shoto is here in the hospital too, he is not conscious yet, but the doctors said he should be waking up soon, Natsuo was taken to a different hospital, I visited him this morning he’s doing fine.''

He would not admit it, but he appreciated her telling him about the status of both Natsuo and Shoto, specially Natsuo. The dumbass had tried to get between him and Endeavor, it didn’t end well. Shoto on the other hand, they practically fought to death when all was said and done. Deep down he didn’t hate any of his siblings, they were also victims of Endeavor however, he knew that hurting them he could hurt Endeavor, but the end justified  the means he told himself. Fuyumi’s voice brought him back to reality.

'' I was so surprised when I heard the news, at first, I couldn’t believe it but then I saw you and I knew it was you.''

What was she doing here?  He asked himself. Why was she talking to him like nothing had happened, he didn’t deserve it.

'' Dad is dead'' She continued. '' His funeral was 2 days ago, I was the only one there of all of us, mom wanted to go but I don’t think it would’ve been good for her you know. Shoto and Natsuo can’t leave the hospital yet, besides, I don’t even think they would have wanted to go.''  She stopped for a moment.  ''It was so hard though, there were paparazzi everywhere, people protesting, total chaos. I haven’t been able to go home yet.''

Why are you telling me all that?  He wanted to ask her. What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with Natsuo or Shoto? I killed your father and almost killed your little brother.

''You are probably wondering what I’m doing here.''  She was now openly crying.  ''I just want you to know that we don’t hate you.''  She mumbled wanting to control her sobs ''We never forgot about you. I’m so sorry oniisan for not being there for you. I am so sorry for being a bad sister.''

He wanted her to leave, he didn’t deserve her tears.

''I just want you to know that we are so grateful that you are still here, I am so happy that you are alive Touya. I just…''

She was interrupted by a knock on the door, she stood up from the chair, wiping away her tears. '' I need to go now, I don’t know if they’ll let me back here, but I’ll try to be back, get better soon oniisan'' She added before stepping outside of the room, closing the door.

Touya was confused, he didn’t know what to think, not even once he thought about what would’ve happened with him, with his family after killing Endeavor, Fuyumi’s words made him feel a way he hadn’t feel since he was a child, and for the first time in a very long time, he cried.

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Hermano

Summary: [Fuyumi visita a Touya en el hospital después de su pelea con Endeavor.] [Spoilers leves / Capítulo 290]

AOT3 LINK: HERE

Touya abrió los ojos y se encontró en una desolada habitación de hospital. Miró a su alrededor, y descubrió que en esta no había sofá, ni adornos, ni siquiera una ventana, solo la cama, una silla metálica de aspecto incómodo y un pequeño escritorio que solo tenía un recipiente de plástico para agua y un vaso. No le sorprendió; después de todo, era un terrorista.

Estaba muy adolorido, por lo que podía ver, su cuerpo estaba completamente cubierto de vendajes, tenía una máscara de oxígeno con un terrible olor a plástico, también tenía una vía intravenosa conectada a un líquido transparente, ambas manos estaban esposadas a la cama.

Fantástico. Pensó. No le importaba lo que le pasara de ahora en adelante, hubiera preferido morir, pero desafortunadamente, alguien (deseaba saber quién, para poder matarlo) decidió salvarlo, y ahora se encontraba en esta situación, atado a una maldita cama de hospital.

Se encontraba aun despierto cuando ella entró en la habitación, desearía haber fingido que todavía estaba dormido, pero desafortunadamente, estaba mirando directamente a la puerta cuando ella apareció.

Iba vestida de negro de la cabeza a los pies, con el pelo recogido en una cola de caballo y un pañuelo en la mano izquierda. Fuyumi se veía exhausta, triste y desanimada, al entrar tomó la silla y se sentó junto a la cama.

- Estoy tan contenta de que estés vivo Touya nii - Dijo colocando una de sus manos la de él delicadamente, no queriendo lastimarle. - Shoto también está aquí en el hospital, todavía no está consciente, pero los médicos dijeron que debería despertar pronto, Natsuo fue llevado a un hospital diferente, lo visité esta mañana y está bien. No lo admitiría, pero apreciaba que ella le contara sobre el estado de Natsuo y Shoto, especialmente el de Natsuo. El idiota había intentado interponerse entre él y Endeavor, lo cual no terminó bien. Shoto, por otro lado, prácticamente lucharon hasta la muerte. En el fondo no odiaba a ninguno de sus hermanos, también eran víctimas de Endeavor, sin embargo, sabía que al herirlos podía herir a Endeavor, el fin justificaba los medios. La voz de Fuyumi lo devolvió a la realidad. - Me sorprendió tanto cuando escuché la noticia, al principio, no podía creerlo, pero luego te vi y supe que eras tú. - ¿Qué estaba haciendo ella aquí? Se preguntó a sí mismo. ¿Por qué estaba hablando con él como si nada hubiera pasado? No se lo merecía.

- Papá está muerto– Continuó. - Su funeral fue hace 2 días, yo fui la única allí de todos nosotros, mamá quería ir pero no creo que hubiera sido bueno para ella. Shoto y Natsuo aún no pueden salir del hospital, además, ni siquiera creo que hubieran querido ir. - Ella se detuvo por un momento. - Todo ha sido tan difícil estos últimos días, en el funeral había paparazzi por todas partes, gente protestando, mucho caos. Todavía no he podido regresar a casa. - ¿Por qué me cuentas todo eso? Quería preguntarle. ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? ¿Por qué no estás con Natsuo o Shoto? Maté a tu padre y casi maté a tu hermano pequeño.

- Probablemente te estés preguntando qué estoy haciendo aquí. - Ella ahora estaba llorando abiertamente. - Solo quiero que sepas que no te odiamos. - Murmuró queriendo controlar sus sollozos - Nunca nos olvidamos de ti. Lamento mucho no haber estado ahí para ti, perdóname por ser una mala hermana. –

Quería que ella se fuera, no se merecía sus lágrimas.

Solo quiero que sepas que estamos agradecidos de que todavía estés aquí, estoy tan feliz de que estés vivo Touya. Yo solo…-

Fue interrumpida cuando alguien toco la puerta de la habitación, se levantó de la silla y se secó las lágrimas. – Ya tengo que irme, no sé si me permitirán seguir visitándote, pero intentaré regresar, por favor descansa y mejórate pronto- Añadió antes de salir de la habitación, cerrando la puerta. Touya estaba confundido, no sabía qué pensar, nunca se preocupó sobre lo que pasaría con él y con su familia después de matar a Endeavor, las palabras de Fuyumi lo hicieron sentir de una manera que no se había sentido desde que era un niño, y por primera vez en mucho tiempo, lloró.