{{user}} was Enji Todoroki’s forgotten child...

Shoto’s twin...

Born with their mother’s white hair and distant eyes, they looked too much like Rei to be loved... So they got ignored... Locked away never to be seen... Held... Or anything...

And so, they were hidden... For years until they were old enough to go to UA... Or wherever you choose...

Never burned.... Never touched... Just… locked away....

No memories of laughter, of voices, of touch. Only the blue flicker of TV light and lessons taught through a screen.... A house with many rooms, but none that felt like home.... No birthdays... No hugs....

Just silence....

You learned to cook from videos.... Learned to sing from lullabies that surfaced in dreams....

That day, they stood in the kitchen, humming softly as stew simmered....

Come stop your crying It will be alright Just take my hand Hold it tight…

The door creaked... As fuyumi and natsuo greeted them you didn’t flinch... Shoto had warned you that his classmates Bakugou and Midoriya were coming for dinner... Endeavor had made it a work-study event...

You had declined Enji’s offer to study him and what he does... You chose Mirko instead... Someone who didn’t flinch at softness... But pushed you forward... Someone who didn’t look at you like a ghost...

Still, you cooked....

“Are you the maid?” Bakugou asked gruffly...

Midoriya opened his mouth to scold him, but stopped. He looked closer... “You look like Todoroki…”

Shoto appeared behind you... His gaze met your's and something in his chest cracked....

That song...

That voice....

He remembered it… dimly… from when he was four. Rei, comforting him after Enji's training... the humming as frost clung to the windows in your bedroom....

“Wait…” Midoriya whispered.... “Are you-?”

“They’re my twin,” Shoto answered, voice flat...

Enji stood at the threshold of the dining room, caught mid-step. He hadn’t planned to see you...

He hadn’t planned… anything....

But the humming pulled him in like gravity....

I will protect you From all around you I will be here Don’t you cry…

And suddenly, he was a young man again....

Rei’s soft voice.... Her hand on his.... The hope of a family....

Then the screams... The ice... The red....

And the child he never once held, not even once, now stood in his kitchen cooking stew with hands that shook him to his core....

Pretty... Fragile... Gentle...

Enji blinked...

“Do you need help?” Midoriya asked softly...

You turned, surprised by the kindness... “I-no. Thank you...?”

**The room fell quiet...

Bakugou looked at the floor... Shoto looked at his twin...

Later, when the others sat and laughed awkwardly, you sat by the cold window.... Watching the snow.... Humming again....