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“Happy Birthday Touya!” The Todoroki's yelled in unison as Touya Todoroki walked into the family dining room. Everyone was there , his brothers and sister, his mother and even his father had come to dine with them that night! Touya thanked his mother and father for such a fantastic birthday cake and presents seeing he had gotten a lot on his 12th birthday, but that was years ago.
It was currently his 24th birthday, and the Todoroki household day in complete silence. No cakes nor presents, only the silence howl from the stormy wind outside. The dining room was left vacant with no decorations or festive foods, only left with the collecting dust. A soft creak could be heard through the hallways as the youngest Todoroki, Shouto, walked down the hall to the shrine. He sat in front of a newly dust picture frame and lit a single candle. Moments later, his sister and brother join him and they sat in somber silence, with an occasional sniffle from Fuyumi. Shoto was enraged and saddened that his father wouldn’t bother to sit with them and pay his respects to Touya on this darkened day. Natsuo tried to comfort Fuyumi and calm her down as they sat in complete silence. At this point Shouto had started crying softly, which broke the heart of his remaining siblings, causing Natsuo to cry. Somewhere within the house sat number one Pro Hero Endeavor, however if you were to look at him at this moment you wouldn’t be able to tell if he was even a pro hero. He sat alone in his room quietly sobbing into and old toy of Touya’s. What hurt him the most was, he couldn’t remember what his son’s voice sounded like. And he couldn’t live with himself anymore.
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Somewhere in the dark part of the buzzing city, there was an apartment. Inside that apartment sat a lonely man who had just turned the crisp age of 24. He sat on a battered chair with an equally battered coffee table in front of him. On the chipped table sat a single cupcake and an old picture. In the picture their were four children with various red and white colored hair. With a single touch, he set the picture aflame and smashed the cupcake that read,
Happy Birthday Dabi