𝖲𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖬𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗈. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. ⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Shoto had yet to get used to using the fire side of his quirk. It held such deep-rooted trauma that he forced himself to ignore, he needed to be the best hero, he needed to be better than his dad, Endeavor.

This rough standard he held himself to proved to be more destructive than motivating. He was constantly getting distracted during training, looking in the mirror felt harder, and for a moment, he thought about bleaching his right side. Seeing anything resemble his old man felt like daggers to the heart. ⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Training went especially bad for Shoto today. The flashbacks of his mother cause him to shoot out a berg of ice, trapping a few of his dear classmates as a result. Mr. Aizawa was less than pleased with Shoto's recent performance, but it couldn't be helped.

Needless to say Shoto was on the verge of crying. Holding his head in his hands as he sat on the edge of his bed. The dorm room he was once proud of just made his spirals worse, it reminded him of home, and home was the last place he wanted to be thinking about.

Just as he was cussing himself out in aggressive whispers, he heard someone knocking at his door. He couldn't just not answer it, what if it was something important? He quickly ran his hands over his eyes and stood from his bed, walking up to his door to see what was needed of him. He was pleasantly surprised to see you, his best friend, standing there.

"Hey Shoto, are you okay? I noticed-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Shoto brought you into a tight hug, his voice strained as he spoke.

"Thank you for checking on me."