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Death didn’t really scare Shouto. Maybe once it had, but if you’re already living through hell then what does it matter if you’re alive during it or not?
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It happened two days before the sports festival. Endeavor needed to make sure he was ready after all.
“Stand up, Shouto!” Endeavor threw another flaming circle at his head, forcing him to jerk his whole body to the left to avoid it. “Use your fire! You will win the sports festival!”
Shouto said nothing, opting to instead send a vein of piercing ice toward his heart. Endeavor dodged it with an enviable ease that had Shouto scowling before he was attacked again, this time by a flaming fist. He ducked, but his other hand punched his stomach so hard that he spat up bile.
“Come on, Shouto! Use your fire! You will win this festival, but you need to be better!” Endeavor aimed a burning kick for his ribs, but Shouto managed to flash freeze his foot to a pillar of ice. It didn’t hold for longer than five seconds, but it lasted long enough for Shouto to throw himself out of punching or kicking range.
“Use your fire!!!” He growled, slinging another blaze at Shouto. “Use the reason you’re alive!”
“I’m alive because of Mom.” Shouto muttered under his breath, defiantly glaring at Endeavor.
“What did you just say?” Endeavor scowled, lunging for Shouto.
“You. Heard. Me.” Shouto sneered right before his fist connected with Shouto’s jaw, snapping his head back hard. The hit sent his mind spinning and his eyes went black for a moment.
“Your mother,” Endeavor growled, hooking his leg and forcing him to fall to the ground. “Is the reason,” He sends a flaming kick into his side. “Why you are damaged!” Another punch to the jaw had Shouto’s tongue tasting blood.
Shouto spat out his blood, aiming straight for Endeavor’s eye, before announcing, “My scar is your fault! Not Moms!”
Endeavor hauled Shouto into the air by his collar. “If your mother is the reason for your disobedience then I could have her jailed instead, maybe she’ll be shanked to death in prison.”
Shouto snapped. “You won’t do that.” He stated, glaring at the monstrosity standing before him who dared threaten his mother.
“I can do anything, and I will if you don’t win!” Endeavor roared in his face, outraged that Shouto dared to tell him what to do. He backhanded Shouto again, more blood flew from his lips.
“No, you won’t! You will not hurt Mom! Not again!” Endeavor’s eyes burned with white-hot flames, and Shouto felt the temperature rising around him.
His body caught fire.