Shoto Todoroki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
numbertwohero) wrote2019-06-17 12:48 pm
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Prisma Overflow
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numbertwohero) wrote2019-06-17 12:48 pm
@fireface, August TDM
[Yeah, 'you don't need to worry about it' ain't gonna cut it, Enji, you should know that by now. Shoto doesn't accept that as an answer, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looks up at his father, just as deliberately not crossing his arms. He can wait all day for an actual answer. Whatever it is can't be any worse than he's imagining. After all, he may hate his father, but he also recognizes his strength. Anything that could get that close...it must be pretty bad.
His answer, though...it might somehow be worse than Shoto expected. His eyes widen again slightly in surprise, before he drops his face, studying the ground between them.]
So, All for One...the League...they aren't done. It's not over.
[How many more attacks is his class going to have to make it through before they graduate? He really can't afford to take time off from training, even here.]
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No. It’s not over.
[Not while Tomura is still evading capture and his idiot henchmen still up to no good. Although it’s difficult to see what exactly they’re planning, it’s clearly not over.]
But you’re here, and as strange as this place is, it’s safe. So you don’t need to worry about any of it. You can be free to train. [Or not train! That’s just where his mind goes automatically. Unfortunately assuming might make him out to be a jackass.]
When we figure out a way back you can still be on track for the top spot.
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--and then Enji says that and Shoto's face whips back up, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched all over again.]
All those months later and that's still all you care about, isn't it? Your life's work finally making it to number one. Is it worth it, getting there?? Tell me, was it worth everything you sacrificed for it???
[Never mind that this place isn't actually all that safe. He could argue that, too, but every bit of that is forgotten in his wave of anger. Making a noise of disgust, he shrugs, clearly trying to dismiss everything.]
I should have known better than to expect anything else.
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Shoto, that's not what I meant! I assumed that was what you'd want, I don't mean to..push you to do something you don't want to be. You said you wanted to be a hero, and that's enough for me. I just.. I can't help thinking about how much potential you have. With my quirk, and your mothers? There's nothing that could hold you back!
[He's mentally telling himself to calm down, but can't really help how it comes out when he gets all fired up. This is exactly the opposite of what he wants to show Shoto about how he's change, and it's all going to shit because he can't say the right thing. Enji clenches his fists at his sides in frustration with himself when Shoto makes that sound. In the moment it feels his son will never see him as anything more than an annoyance. Well, so be it.
He's at a loss of what to say now, and doesn't know that opening his mouth again will result in anything better. It's like the last time he spoke to his children to make amends and one of his sons stormed out on him.]
I'm sorry. I should leave. [To go punch someone or something. Maybe set fire to something. A controlled fire.]
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[It's not that it's something he doesn't want. He wants to be a hero. He's always wanted to be a hero, but that feeling is separate from the tangled jumble of emotions he feels about Enji. There's always been that pressure, that sense of helplessness. Like if he's a successful hero, Enji will think it's because of him, and not because of Shoto. He's always pushed. He's always
Most people would be glad to have a parent who supported them. Shoto...Shoto's not sure what he feels, only that his chest is tight and there's a burning feeling deep in his core, one he instinctively combats with ice. Wall after wall around his heart, and he's not looking at Enji anymore.]
...It's my potential. Not yours. My quirk. And I'm going to use it my way. That's all.
[It's fine, if he goes. It's probably better if he goes. After all, Shoto doesn't need this. It doesn't matter if his heart feels like it's being squeezed. He doesn't need Enji, and Enji won't die in a place like this. It's fine if they don't see each other. Right?]
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Enji won't push him this time. Not anymore. He's trying to learn how to let his son go so he can do his own thing in his own ways. Of course he's concerned and worried about what might happen if he gets out of practice, but he has to force himself to leave it to his son to concern himself with those things.
So he just nods, keeping his jaw clenched so he doesn't feel the temptation to speak. He takes a breath and walks past his son to leave. As he passes he looks over to Shoto and means to tell him that he agrees and wants him to do things in his own way, but doesn't get anything out. It's for the best. Maybe they'll cross paths again. For now he just walks away, back towards where he came from.]