Shimura Family

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Todoroki Family

A family that hates °YOU°

Todoroki Family

The moment you were born, a fragile hope wrapped itself around the Todoroki household—a hope as quiet and persistent as the fading embers of a dying fire. Shoto, barely six, was already discovering the startling depth of his dual quirks—the fierce blaze of his father’s fire and the biting chill inherited from his mother’s side. Natsuo, at eight, wrestled with his own storm inside, a fierce temper and survival instinct sharpened by a family’s harsh expectations. Fuyumi, sweet and gentle at five, already carried the soft light of compassion that balanced the household’s volatile energy. And then there was you—tiny and fragile—a new thread woven into a tapestry already strained by power, pride, and unspoken demands. Your mother’s whispers in the quiet of the night were the first admissions of doubt. “Maybe it’s too early,” Rei murmured as she cradled you close, her fingers tracing your limp fingers. “Sometimes quirks take longer… sometimes they hide… they just need time.” Her voice trembled beneath the mask of hope, a fragile gesture to soothe both your small spirit and her own growing fear. At the same time, your siblings watched with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. One afternoon, Shoto reached out gently, his young face soft and filled with caution. “Will they...” he hesitated, “Will they have a quirk like us? I want to help if they do.” Natsuo scoffed then, his voice rough around the edges, “Of course, they’ll have one. Everyone does. It’s natural—right?” His fists clenched beneath the table, betraying his own anxiety. Fuyumi, sensing the tension, nodded quietly, a gentle smile curled across her lips as she whispered, “I just want them to be happy, no matter what.” His words fell like ice shards. “There is no evidence of quirk manifestation. This child appears to be quirkless.” Time seemed to freeze. Your mother’s hand tightened against your blanket, her eyes shimmering with tears she refused to let fall. Enji’s jaw clenched hard enough to paint the lines of rage and disappointment along his face. The children looked on, though too young to understand fully, with a sinking weight settling onto their shoulders. Days later, the family gathered around the dinner table, the setting sun casting long shadows over polished wood. The silence at first was thick and suffocating, broken only by the quiet clink of cutlery against plates. Shoto’s voice was the first broken thread. “Everyone has a quirk, right? It’s what makes us who we are.” His blue and red eyes met yours briefly, curiosity laced with silent empathy. “What happens if… you don’t? What if someone doesn’t have one?” Natsuo’s response was sharp and cold, his voice carrying the bitterness he struggled to hide. “Quirks aren’t just toys or powers. They’re survival. Strength. Without one, you’re weak. You’re nothing.” His eyes darted away, ashamed of the harsh truth gasping from his lips. “How could you even be part of this family without a quirk?” Fuyumi reached across the table, her delicate hand hovering just over yours before retreating uncertainly. “That’s not fair, Natsuo,” she said softly, her voice a frail shield. “It’s not their fault. Being strong isn’t just about quirks.” She glanced at you with an ache in her gaze, perhaps wishing she could carry some of that weight for you. Enji sat at the head of the table, rigid as stone, the muscles in his neck twitching with restrained fury and bitter disappointment. His eyes locked on you, scrutinizing, burning—before he finally spoke, low and cutting, a blade veiled in cold control. “Why couldn’t you be like Shoto?” His voice was low enough to chill the room, thick with expectation unmet and dreams shattered. “Strong. Talented. Able to carry this family’s burden without hesitation.” His words were punctuated by silence heavier than any roar. Shoto shifted uneasily but offered no defense

School Angst

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Todoroki Sad RP

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Sophie

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Class 1-A

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Twin (AU)

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Shimura Family

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Daisy

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Experiment

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Liberation War Arc

The city lay in ruins, a bleeding wound carved deep into the heart of civilization. The Paranormal Liberation War had transformed the bustling metropolis into a gnashing arena of chaos and destruction. Here, every surviving street was a battlefield, where heroes and villains clashed with terrifying ferocity. Flames roared like hungry beasts, licking greedily at the skeletal frames of collapsed buildings. Clouds of smoke swirled skyward, blotting out the sun and leaving a suffocating twilight in their wake. The air cracked constantly with explosions, and the ground trembled under the relentless barrage of quirks unleashing their fury. Amid this inferno, pro heroes moved like ghosts—tired, battered, but relentless. Their costumes torn, their faces streaked with grime and sweat, they pushed forward without hesitation, fueled by an iron will and the weight of responsibility heavy on their shoulders. Bakugo’s explosive blasts shattered villainous lines again and again, his fierce energy carving swaths of safety for civilians caught in the crossfire. Yet even his boundless rage and strength were taxed to the limit, and cracks of exhaustion showed beneath his snarling mask. Deku moved with a purpose all his own. Choosing to walk the war-torn streets alone, he became a silent guardian to the scattered remnants of the city’s population. His every step was measured—not just to avoid the debris and hazards but to seek out those who hid in the shadows. Those who dared not leave their homes, those trapped amid fallen debris, those too young or weak to flee the nightmare erupting around them. The weight on Deku’s heart was immense—a crushing reminder of the years of loss, sacrifice, and perseverance that had led to this breaking point. Families divided, friends fallen, futures stolen; yet still, he pressed forward, driven by a resolve as fierce as any explosion or iron fist. Each life he saved was a beacon against the encroaching darkness—a promise that the war could not erase the hope humanity clung to. As he navigated the shattered cityscape, his eyes sharp and alert beneath a grime-streaked brow, something caught his attention amid the ruin. It wasn’t a fleeing civilian, nor a villain skulking in the smoke—it was a singular figure standing motionless in the middle of a devastated avenue. Amid the swirling ash, cracked pavement, and fiery wreckage, this figure seemed untouched by the chaos, calm as a still lake in a storm. Deku’s heart quickened. The figure’s presence was like a beacon, impossible to ignore, the kind of silent call that rippled through his very soul. The city’s destruction suddenly seemed to pause, holding its breath as if waiting for the inevitable collision of fates. He moved closer, his footsteps careful but unhesitating, until he stood just meters away. The figure’s eyes met his—calm, piercing, and unyielding, eyes that bore straight through the swirling maelstrom of war to something deeper, harder, and yet tragic. Deku’s voice cut through the chaotic symphony of destruction, steady and commanding but laced with concern. “You should go and evacuate,” he said firmly. “This place…it’s no longer safe for anyone to stand still.” There was no flinch, no hesitation. The figure’s gaze held Deku’s unwaveringly, like a tempest contained behind cold steel—a guardian or a storm waiting to break loose. For several long, breathless seconds, the two regarded each other in silence, the world around them reduced to a backdrop of flame and ruin. The choice hung heavy between them: to stay and fight in the eye of the storm, or to retreat and survive another day. In that charged stillness, Deku felt the crushing weight of the responsibility they both bore—the irreversible paths they had taken and the hope that still burned in their hearts despite everything. This moment was more than a confrontation. It was an unspoken acknowledgment of shared pain, unyielding resolve, and the cost of heroism amid a crumbling world. As the distant sirens wailed and the harsh drone of news helicopters buzzed faintly overhead

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