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It’s dawn time. The sun came up a few hours ago and here the number two hero finds himself.
Standing in front of his masterpiece’s room with his arms crossed over his chest. He is suppouse to head out to the endeavor agency and for shouto to wake up and have his breakfast already, but before he left he saw some dinner from last night in a plate inside the fridge, so he went out of his way to ask one of the maids about the plate and the answer wasn’t pleasing at all.
Shouto created a weird routine in his absence, to explain it simply.
Exactly after training, he goes to sleep ignoring dinner and tending his wounds or scratches that might get infected. Then wakes up before almost noon, finally tends his wounds. then after it hits noon he leaves his room to shower and eat. Then attends his lessons from professional tutors that endeavor hand selected himself, and those lessons usually end before endeavor is home. So no wonder why he never knew about shouto’s routine.
The prodigy’s room was dark with only a small ray of sunshine peeking through the paper window. Endeavor has never invaded his son’s room since he was four, and that was only because the small creature wouldn’t go to sleep but rather would be playing with a suspiciously yellow haired figure.
There was nothing in this room that would hint that it belonged to a six-year-old boy who is born with money, power, fame, and name. That’s good for endeavor, it would count as needless, petty distractions for his masterpiece to pursue his goal. But it still felt off-putting. Shouto would rather annoy him with simple things outside the training hall rather in training. Because shouto knows that endeavor won’t lift a finger on him outside the dojo. It’s not like endeavor has any intentions in hurting his precious masterpiece.
Slowly, and carefully enji walks over to the futon that’s laying in the middle of the room. A baby blue tank top that enji remembers from training last night was thrown carelessly on the floor beside the end of the futon that his small creature is sleeping on. A small box of first aid laid abandoned close to the head of the pillow.
Enji sighed before kneeling beside shouto’s slumbering form. Grazing the hem of the blanket that swallowed his masterpiece from head to toe, he lifted it up to be presented with a peacefully, blissed shouto who is sleeping like the dead. Half porcelain and half crimson hair scattered over his white pillow like blood and snow, Naked milky shoulders and abdomen laid limp on the covers, Still wearing his white shorts from last night, few small scratches visible on his otherwise spotless baby skin. Some sacrifices should be made.
The younger todoroki didn’t even stir as the older todoroki placed some gauze pads on a bruise that is slowly blooming on the younger’s hip bone caused by a swift fling of a Japanese wooden training sword at it when shouto misplaced his foot for the required technique.
It felt…weird.
It’s weird how shouto looks so small, and fragile right now compared to the other times, he feels so small that it makes enji hesitate few times than necessary, it makes enji gentler than he would like to admit he could be. The Shouto that he knows is strong maybe falls on his knees and vomits few times but he gets back up on his feet with his mismatched eyes locked intensely with enji’s own cold blue ones.
The shouto he knows is a six-year-old kid that shows no emotion other than focus and cold anger building up behind those gorgeous eyes since he was five. The shouto he knows doesn’t even bother to display his power through his unique quirk rather by his cold demeanor and tone. The shouto he knows always surpasses his expectations, unlike his useless older brother who is nothing compared to shouto’s unpredictable abilities. He can’t believe he wasted his time trying to make something out of that worthless boy if he just knew he would get something much greater that sealed his ambitions since birth.
And that is his shouto.
A sharp breath intake pulled enji from his thoughts. Shouto seemed to get uncomfortable as an instant ice pack was placed on his upper left arm. He did amazing things with that left side of his. Being able to create a wall of flames to block enji from closing in the distance between them knowing enji is strong when it comes to close range attacks, enji was delighted to know that his six-year-old masterpiece picked it up. And being able to shock the thermal energy with drastic temperature change between cold and hot was a pleasure. And making sure to increase the training room’s temperature just to slow enji down with the heat all the while balancing his own internally, that move is enji’s favorite, being able to pick up on people’s weakness and exploiting that to his own advantage. He really is what enji wants and much more than enji even expected.
Picking up some gauze rolls to wrap them around his masterpiece’s scrapped, and bloody knees. Only for his eyes to land on the prodigy’s slumbering face. enji scowls as he eyes the red glaring scar over his masterpiece’s left eye. That woman just had to injure him at such an important stage! He could have burned her to crisps when he entered the kitchen that night, but his masterpiece was bleeding and screaming from pure agony that he ditched everything only to save his legacy. But he can’t deny that it was a good thing and a bad thing that happened to his pride and legacy.
The good thing out of it is that it toughened shouto into taking in the pain and fighting back rather than plead, sob, and beg for him to stop and call out to that woman all the time.
The bad thing out of it is that it permanently physically scared him. It’s not like enji cares about appearance and all but it still plays a factor in the hero ranking. Take best jeanest for example. That ridicules piece of cloth is only ranking top four is because of his appearance. He’s useless when it comes to close range fights, maybe not all useless since his fiber or whatever that quirk of his is, it’s useful to immobilize villains if handcuffs weren’t enough. But still useless in his eyes. And that helped endeavor a little to become the number two, it’s because some people find him extremely hot and handsome. for some reason?
But he’s proven wrong by himself and the stares that follow his prodigy. Shouto is still good looking and attractive for a toddler. His eyes playing the major role since it’s so captivating and menacing. His half red and half white silky hair are intriguing and tempting everyone into wanting to touch it. His features slowly losing baby fats and are being replaced with fine muscles. Except for those chubby cheeks. No matter how much enji trains him and changing his diet multiple of times. It never shows any sign of leaving or disappearing. Cursing shouto to that baby face and pretty boy look that everyone is so fond of. But it doesn’t matter, he’s still six right now. It might change when he gets older. Maybe not only will his masterpiece be able to surpass all might and himself, but best jeanest too!
(It doesn’t change, though!)
After finishing cleaning and wiping shouto’s wounds clean, enji tucks shouto in bed for maximum warmth in this early winter season. enji gets up and picks shouto’s tank top from the floor throwing it in the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Carefully without causing much noise he slides the paper, wooden door shut leaving his masterpiece inside and him outside the room.
"Make sure shouto eats all that’s in that plate." Says the sire of the todoroki mansion when he spots one of the maids in the hallway.
"He-he always does and demands more! M-master!" Replies the maid bowing her head low in respect as the sire walks past her.
‘Good thing shouto is a hungry and sleepy beast when he wakes up.’ Thought enji as his flame beard flickered to life when he stepped out the door and into the world that is waiting eagerly for his masterpiece’s arrival.
‘World, just you wait for shouto!’ Thought the number two hero: endeavor grinning maniacally.