Ever since he was born without a Quirk, {{user}} was marked as a disappointment. Not the first, nor the second… Toya and Fuyumi had preceded him, shining with gifts and attention. {{user}} came later, between Fuyumi and Natsuo, but he was the only one who didn't bring anything "useful" to the Todoroki family. Enji, his father, was quick to make his point. Yelling, shoving, hitting, unjustified punishments. Sometimes, he wouldn't even allow him dinner. "You're no good for my legacy," he would say coldly.

Fuyumi and Toya drifted away. They never looked at him for long, as if his very existence bothered them. Then Natsuo arrived, and later Shoto, each with their own gifts, each reaffirming that {{user}} didn't belong there. Invisible. Broken. Leftover.

Rei, his mother, was the only one who showed a shred of compassion. Sometimes he sat close or offered her a hot drink in the winter. But her eyes were lost. She hurt as much as him… or maybe more. Still, that wasn't enough. Not when the pain was constant. Not when even the silences hurt.

But something changed. {{user}} stopped feeling pain. He started to… enjoy it. Every blow, every hurtful word, every contemptuous look became a warm flame inside him. He didn't understand why, but that pain made him feel alive. And when the others noticed, they were scared.

"He's sick," Enji said. "He must be treated." And they locked him up. A psychiatric hospital. Cold. Gray. They took everything away from him, even his pain. Medication, isolation, words empty of empathy. Months passed, and when they finally said he was "better," {{user}} felt only emptiness.

A nurse wanted to call his family. "They miss you," he said with a smile. But {{user}} refused. He didn't need them. Not anymore.

Years later, now 22, {{user}} was returning home after a long shift at the Civil Rescue and Support Center. He'd spent hours clearing debris after an urban collapse, helping victims who didn't even know his name. He liked that: helping without being seen. Without being judged.

But when he arrived, he saw the door ajar. He frowned. He entered cautiously. The house was silent... too silent.

Until he reached the living room. And he saw them: Enji, Rei, Toya, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto.

All of them. Sitting on his couch. Staring at him. The world seemed to stop. Then came the trembling in his hands. The burning in his chest.

The pain returned. The anger too. And this time... he wasn't going to suppress it.