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Shoto Todoroki is in the middle of hanging out with Izuku and Bakugo when he gets the call that will change his life. He’s talking to his boyfriend and best friend about pro heroes, who they think will be number one next year, while a shitty show plays in the background that they all stopped watching after five minutes. Bakugo’s betting on Best Jeanist, while Izuku’s set on Hawks.
“It’s definitely gonna be..” Shoto starts, but he’s cut off by his phone ringing, it’s Fuyumi.
Shoto worries for a moment, she only ever calls when something comes up, or if the family has something planned for weekends or breaks. But it’s a Thursday night.
“Is something wrong?” Izuku asks, Shoto gives him a small smile.
“No no, it's probably nothing, Fuyumi’s calling give me a second.” He says as he disappears into the bathroom, clicking the answer button.
“Hello! Oh my god, Shoto?” He hears Fuyumi on the other line, her voice sounds rough.
“Hey Fuyu. Is something wrong?” Shoto asks. He hears heavy breathing on the other end, and then a sniffle, and finally-
“Dad had a heart attack.” Oh. That’s not what he was expecting.
“Do I need to come see him? Is he okay?” Silence.
“No Shoto. He um.. He-” suddenly the phone was cut off, he hears Natsu.
“Shoto Endeavor passed away.”
What?
Shoto stays silent for a moment. He stares at the mirror in front of him, stares at his left side.
“He’s dead.” He barely hears his brother on the other line. Suddenly the room feels too big and too small at the same time. It's suffocating. He thinks he hears something else but he doesn’t quite catch what’s said.
“I’ve got to go. I love you.” He says. It feels robotic. Shoto clicks to hang up and he puts his phone in his back pocket. He leaves the bathroom, but he doesn’t feel his feet move.
“What was that about?” He hears a familiar voice say, but he doesn’t react. He sees a blob of yellow come closer to him. He feels something on his face and he assumes it’s hands. He feels time passing by, it feels like he blacked out but he’s still fully conscious.
“Deku, go get Sensei. Right now.” Bakugo says. Izuku immediately gets up and runs out of the room. He runs down the hall and down the stairs, he runs to the bottom floor. He sees Aizawa standing, talking to Denki.
“Sensei!” Izuku shouts, catching the attention of both his teacher and his classmate, along with a few other students in the room. He doesn’t care enough to remember who was there.
“What is it Midoriya.” Aizawa sighs, “it better not have to do with a villain.”
“No, it's Todoroki. We don’t know what happened-” he hears the TV in the background and someone scream “Holy shit!” He thinks it’s Mina. He looks at the tv.
“Number one hero Enji Todoroki, hero name Endeavor, was rushed into the hospital at 9pm tonight from a heart attack. Please give the Todoroki family your condolences as their husband and father has passed.”
Izuku stills, but Aizawa gently grabs his arm and pulls him.
“Where is he right now?” He asks.
“Kacchans room.”
… … … … … … … …
Bakugo is speaking softly to his boyfriend, trying desperately to bring him back to Earth. He’s sat on the floor in front of Shoto who’s sat on the bed, staring into the distance.
“Come back to me baby..” He says gently as he rubs circles into the tops of Shoto’s hands, “Where the fuck is the nerd and Sensei..”
After a few minutes of trying to pull Shoto out of whatever dissociated mindset he was in, he heard him speak.
“Kats..”
“Yeah, yeah I’m here.. What happened?”
“He’s gone.” Is all he got. Who’s gone? Who’s he talking about? Is all he can think. But he keeps his mouth shut in case it does more harm than good. Instead he waits for Shoto to either speak again or for his friend and teacher to arrive.
“Dad..” Bakugo stills. Thankfully Aizawa bursts through the door, sitting beside Bakugo. Aizawa looks at him.
“How is he?”
“I think he was dissociating. He might still be? I don’t fucking know. I just got him to talk.” All Bakugo gets is a hum in response. He turns his attention back to his boyfriend.
“My dad’s dead. What ‘m I suppos’ t’ do?” Shoto says suddenly. Suddenly he remembers Shoto’s mom and his siblings aren’t fit to raise him. Fuck.
“Let’s not think about that right now, okay?” Aizawa says, but he makes it sound like a request.
“think ‘m gonna thro’ up.” Is all it takes for Izuku to run to the bathroom and grab the trash can. He hands it to Aizawa who holds it in front of Shoto. Bakugo gets up and sits on the bed with Shoto to give him room. He puts his hand under Shotos shirt and rubs his back as the two sided boy heaves. He can’t wrap his head around how he hasn’t cried yet. He shushes him quietly, brushing the sides of his boyfriend's hair out of his face.
Shoto gags and spits into the trash can, whining softly, his face scrunched up. He always hated throwing up. Bakugo continued to try and soothe him until the nausea eventually subsided. Aizawa put the trash can down beside the bed then grabbed a napkin from the table, wiping off Shoto’s face.
“Here.” Midoriya handed Shoto a glass of water. He just held it in his hands, he liked how cold it felt on his warm hands.
Shoto took a deep breath, apologizing for his actions as if it was on purpose.
“Don't ever apologize for something like this, Shoto.” Bakugo said, all he got in response was a nod. Aizawa silently put his hand on Shoto’s knee.
“You need sleep,” the teacher said, “we will talk about arrangements for everything in the morning. Todoroki, you do not have to go to classes tomorrow if you wish.”
“I want to.” He said, Aizawa only nodded as he got up.
“I trust you boys will keep yourselves out of trouble?”
“Yes Sensei.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever.”
Aizawa opened the door, wishing his condolences and a goodnight to the three boys.
The room was silent for a long while. Izuku had ended up leaving for the night but not before giving Shoto the best hug he could and giving his last few words of encouragement.
Eventually Shoto and Bakugo were getting situated to go to bed.
“You can leave, you know, I don't mind.” Shoto said.
“Like hell I’m gonna leave you here alone tonight Icyhot.”
Shoto curled into his boyfriend’s side, the blond holding him close to his chest. They both knew he wasn’t getting any sleep tonight, so they just laid in silence together with their eyes shut.
… … … … … … …
The next morning was horrible. Both Bakugo and Shoto were up early, tired as shit because neither got any sleep. Bakugo was on the verge of calling Aizawa and both of them staying out, but Shoto was persistent on going to class, saying he didn’t need to stay out, that he was fine.
Like I’d believe that shit bakugo thinks, but he keeps his mouth shut and they start to school.
The first thing Shoto noticed was all of the pitying stares the other students gave him, especially his classmates. If there’s one thing he hates, it’s pity. All of his classmates were surrounding him, asking if he was okay, if he needed anything, all that bullshit. It made him feel something in the pit of his stomach. He can feel Aizawa’s watchful eye at the front of the class.
“We’re here if you need us man!” Kirishima says.
“Yeah! We love you!” He hears Ochako
“You’re one of our friends, don’t hesitate to-”
“I get it! Can you shut up and leave me alone now?” Shoto snaps before realizing it. He’s starting to regret coming to class today. All eyes are staring at him, Tsu looks hurt.
“I’m sorry, I’m just..” Shoto can’t find the right words to say, so he gets up and leaves. He really should’ve just taken Sensei’s advice. He hears footsteps behind him but he doesn’t care who it is, he just keeps walking. He can distantly hear someone call out for him but he can’t put his finger on the voice. He feels bile rise in his throat.
Bakugo watched Shoto leave the classroom and immediately stood up, looking over at Aizawa who gave a quick nod before trying to grab the rest of the class’ attention.
“Shoto!” He calls out, but the other doesn’t stop. It’s not until he’s in the bathroom stall, watching him heave again that he can get his attention. Bakugo puts his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, causing him to flinch forward.
“Fuck off!” Shoto cried, his voice raspy.
“Hey chill, it’s okay.” Bakugo tries.
“No! Nothing about this is okay! My dad’s dead and I can’t even cry about it! Do you know how fuck up that is!? And our friends keep pitying me about it. I don’t want their fucking pity.”
Bakugo was taken aback if he’s being honest, he didn’t expect this reaction from Shoto, especially when it’s about his old man, or his friends caring about him. He sits down next to Shoto and carefully pulls him into a hug.
“You don’t have to cry,” he says, “you’re entitled to how you express your feelings. And to be fair your old man fucking sucked. I can understand why you’re not crying. It’s not a bad thing. And our friends aren’t pitying you Icyhot, they care about you. You’re going through something really fucking stressful.”
Bakugo doesn’t get a response, but he texts Izuku to let him know they won’t be going back to class.
… … … … …
The funeral comes and Shoto doesn’t know what to do. He’s since been put into the care of UA because his family is unfit to care for him. His entire life had been flipped upside down within a few days. And now here he was, his fathers corpse beside his sister who’s giving a speech. He can’t hear it, he just assumes it's about how good a hero he was, how much he cared about his kids, something like that. He’s sitting in the front row with his mom and brother. He’s tired. Time flies fast.
At some point his mom shakes him lightly, asking if he wants to go up and talk. Shoto just shakes his head. He knows he’d have nothing good to talk about. Even if he hates his father, he refuses to slander a dead man's name at his funeral.
Eventually the ceremony is over, he says his goodbyes to his siblings and mom, and is led by his teacher to his car. He feels Aizawa’s hand on his shoulder and something in him breaks like a dam. His throat feels raw and his vision gets blurry. He wipes his face with his sleeve, then a hand grabs his wrist.
“Just let it out, Todoroki.” Aizawa says, “it’s okay to cry when your father dies.”
Shoto curls in on himself, attempting to sob as quietly as possible. Aizawa doesn’t do anything, doesn’t give him kind words, doesn’t tell him it’s okay. Because he knows it’s not okay. Nothing about this is okay. So the two just sit as Shoto sobs.
At some point the sobbing turns to silent crying, and eventually those tears dry up. Silence overtakes them.
“The weather’s nice today.” Shoto says eventually, his voice is practically gone and his face is red. He wipes his face with his sleeve again.
“Yeah,” Aizawa says, “the weather’s nice today.”