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When Shoto got to the training room he saw his father pacing angrily.
Endeavor saw him and immediately began questioning him, “What was it that happened at school today?”
Shoto reported to him what happened as he was taught to. He left out the part about getting Kirishima and Kaminari. And the part about having lunch with Midoriya’s friends. Okay, so maybe he left out a lot, but in Shoto’s defense Endeavor would kill him if he knew that he was going against his rules.
Endeavor simply nodded and started to tell Shoto the plan for today’s training session, which meant that it was going to be more difficult than usual.
“Today you are going to focus on getting a hit on me. I won’t move so all you have to do is land a hit on me. I'm sure you can do that, right?”
That last part was said mockingly. Endeavor was purposely trying to make him mad. Shoto realized this and composed himself.
Endeavor backed up a bit, got into a stance, and shot a smaller version of Hell Spider that, fortunately for Endeavor (and unfortunately for Shoto), took less energy to perform.
Shoto quickly jumped back and shot out a large wall of ice, which didn’t hold up long against the long, fire tendrils.
Shoto quickly hopped and dodged through the fire, getting closer and closer to Endeavor.
Just as he was about to shoot another wave of ice, Endeavor turned and held out a hand, clearly about to shoot fire.
From where Shoto was positioned the fire would hit his left side, so it wouldn’t burn him, permanently.
Despite that, it would still really hurt.
Time seemed to slow, and Shoto realized that the only way he could counteract was if he were to shoot fire Endeavor instead.
But there was no way he would do that, it would be going against everything he has done to rebel against Endeavor.
So, he braced himself and squeezed his eyes shut as the fire closed in on him.
The next thing Shoto knows, he’s lying against the wall.
His ears are ringing, his vision is fuzzy, and he's in a lot of pain, but he has to stand back up.
He looks up and sees Endeavor walking towards him.
Shoto struggles to stand up and ends up leaning on the wall for support before pushing off and stumbling forward a bit.
Endeavor was closing in on him, and Shoto needed to defend himself. So he shot out a weak blast of ice, and stumbled forward a bit more.
Endeavor quickly closed the distance and threw Shoto behind him.
Shoto inhaled sharply and rolled to avoid hurting himself further. As he landed in a crouched position he coughed, feeling out of breath. The pain from the fire was dull now, so he shot out more waves of ice. He looked down for a brief moment and saw his hands were collecting frost.
But he couldn't focus on any of that right now, he had to attack again.
“That's enough. Go back to your room, no dinner tonight.”
Shoto held in a sigh and walked as steadily as he could to his room.
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When Shoto finally staggered into his room he almost collapsed on his bed, but he managed to make it to the small bathroom that was connected to his room.
He looked into the mirror and let out a small sigh, his face had pretty obvious red patches. He brought a hand up to touch one of them and winced a bit. The spots burned so he washed them lightly, ignoring the sting of the soap.
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After laying down for a while Shoto decided that he couldn't be in that stupid house anymore, so he left to go to the warehouse.
When he got there he got ready and sat down to apply his makeup. But when he put it onto one of the patches it stung. He glared at the mirror (like that would solve his problems) before he just decided to bear it and finished applying the makeup.
When he hopped out onto the rooftops he immediately saw a robbery at some café that he had been to a few times before (he was a regular).
Which, like, offended him personally.
Because they were open at night it meant that he could get tea (and maybe coffee if he was really tired) on patrol. So the fact that those robbers decided to go for that coffee shop was rude.
Shoto hopped down and entered the café through a broken window. He quickly spotted a robber pointing a gun at the cashier and another robber pointing a knife at the few remaining customers.
He lunged forward at the one with the gun and wrestled it out of their hands. The guy struggled for a moment before Shoto managed to hop back with the gun.
Now everybody in the café had their attention on him. He nodded to the cashier (who he happened to know decently) and they discreetly pressed an emergency call button, so a hero would now be on their way, which meant that Shoto needed to hurry it up.
Shoto quickly shot the guy (in the leg) who was originally holding the gun, which was, if Shoto was being honest, a terrible decision.
That being a terrible decision was further proven by the fact that he now had a stab wound.
Not for the first nor the last time, but still always a bitch to deal with.
He bit his tongue and pushed the guy that stabbed him -a hate crime against Shoto honestly- off of him and onto the ground.
Right as he was about to freeze the robbers a familiar gray scarf wrapped him and the robbers up into the air.
Shoto turned his head towards Aizawa and saw a very obviously unimpressed look.
“Fuyuko, what are you doing?”
Shoto smiled and simply replied, “You know, just, hanging out,” the knife wound getting jostled at that moment causing him to wince was a paid actor.
Aizawa hummed and let Shoto fall down.
Shoto glared at him before going over to make sure the customers were ok and escort them out.
After they were all gone he went to the cashier, “Hello Nao, are you alright?”
Nao nodded, looking a bit pink, “Hello Fuyuko, I'm alright. Are you okay, though? That knife wound looks pretty bad.”
“Ah, it's actually a pretty mediocre one.” Shoto replied, “You look… pink, are you really alright?”
That only seemed to make Nao pinker and she nodded, “Perfectly fine! but , would you like me to make you your regular drink from hell?”
Shoto put a hand on his chest, took a step back, and gasped, “How dare you! It is a perfectly normal drink!”
“Dude, it has 800 milligrams of caffeine, that is double the normal amount,” Nao said, exasperated, “You have the most unhinged order I have taken, and I have worked here for 4 years.”
Shoto’s argument was cut short by someone clearing their throat behind him. He turned around to see Eraserhead walking away from the robbers.
“Oh. Hello Eraserhead! Everything go well?” Shoto said, grabbing his drink from Nao.
“Yes, is your wound alright?” he asked, pointing to the knife sticking out of Shotos shoulder.
“Mhm. It didn't hit any arteries or anything,”
Shoto took a sip of his drink, and only due to his years of suppressing flinches, did he manage to not spit out or spill his drink when Aizawa picked him up by his scarf.
Shoto went with it and waved to Nao as he was dragged out of the café.
When they got out to the field he was finally set down, Aizawa then turned to glare at him.
“I don't know what to say to you right now,” Aizawa sighed and closed his eyes, “Fuyuko, just in case, what’s your type?”
Shoto glanced up and smiled, “Anyone that acknowledges my existence in a positive way.”
Aizawa stared at him blankly for a moment before he started pacing around, “You were stabbed!”
Shoto looked at him, and then, completely deadpan, he said, “What gave it away?” as he pulled out the knife.
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Aizawa turned to watch Fuyuko as she started talking right before he was going to scold her again. She pulled out the knife, completely deadpan.
He managed to stare at her blankly for a moment before she fainted.