When would Todoroki find it comfortable to invite his S/o to his house to meet his family or invite his s/o to the hospital to meet his mum? And also when would Todoroki tell his s/o about his scar and family problems?
Aaaaa this request is so amazing since it’s something so personal and relevant for Todoroki’s character I just can’t. It hurts my soul. But like, in a good way XD thanks for requesting!
This reminds me SO much to the book I’m currently writing…sorry, I had to say it XD it talks a lot about scars and about discrimination and judging people so…yeah, the beginning could be totally a part of my book hahaha it just gave me lots of feels
It was hard for Shoto to ignore his scar. Seriously, almost imposible. And not only because it was hard not to run across any mirrors in his way, but also because it was hard to ignore people’s reactions. Sometimes, the reflection you get from your peer’s eyes can be so more clear than the one given by ordinary mirrors. Shoto knew it way too well. His scar was like the inevitable cover of his presentation card, the first thing to call anyone’s attention, and the first thing he was always questioned about. There was no escape, no escape from judging stares, and no escape from himself. However, he got used to it with time.
He got used to talking about it, damn, it was almost impossible not to do so, since so many people asked about what happened. And even though the phrase “my mom spilled boiling water on my face” made almost every asker want to take back their words, it was already too late. They had already said it, and Todoroki had already answered. It was inevitable to talk about his past when, in the present, it was still visibly drawn all over his face.
Whats he wasn’t so used to though, was to talk about his feelings.
Questions always came in the form of “what happened?” rather than “how do you feel about it?” so, to his relief, he never had to retell the darkest side of the story. Which was just how empty he felt.
When he met you, although it was obvious his scar had planted lots of inquires inside your head, you didn’t ask about it. You had heard so many rumors about abuse and violence behind his back you thought it was rude to make him talk about it just to confirm what you know it was probably true. Nevertheless, that didn’t help the fact you were worried about him. He sometimes looked so…lost, so distracted by his own thoughts, so locked up inside himself it made you uneasy.
When you became friends he began to slyly mention some of his experiences at home. Not as a tremendous secret confession about his private life, but rather as a detail he needed to mention to be able to talk about something else. It was natural, not forced. Like, for example, that time you asked him if he wanted to hang out at the mall, and he denied your offer since he had to visit his mother at the hospital. Or that time you had to do a project in pairs and he wouldn’t let you visit his house. When you asked about a reason, he said his relationship with his father just wasn’t the very best.
That way, from those tiny comments, you slowly managed to get the picture of what had happened in the past. And, by the time you two started dating, he had already asumed you knew all you needed to know. Every now and then conversations would end in that topic, and he didn’t seem to have a problem to talk about the events. Half because he was so used to, half because he trusted you about it. He was actually quite thankful you never directly questioned him.
That’s why he was so taken aback that evening, when you finally put the cards on the table.
He had just met your parents, you had invited him over for dinner to present him as your boyfriend to your family, and fortunately everything had turned out alright. He was a good guy after all, there was no way your parents wouldn’t like him. After dessert you decided to hang out at your room and it was right then, within the comfort of silence, that you dared to shoot him the question:
“Will you ever take me to meet your family?”
His face immediately snapped towards you, his face expressionless, yet you could perceive his discomfort in the atmosphere almost with the same clarity you could hear him gulp.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you” You apologized “I just…”
“Don’t worry, it’s ok” he calmed you, then he gave a long breath and scratched the back of his neck nervously “It was just a bit sudden”
“Don’t be” he took a seat on the bed, right next to you, and began gignerly fidgeting his fingers “I…I wouldn’t like you to meet my family"
You got closer to him and took one of his hands between yours, caressing it tenderly, feeling sorry for making him uneasy.
“Would it be that terrible for me to visits your house?”
“Yes, well…no, but” his words kept tripping one over the other, product of his mixed up feelings and trembling lips, since he didn’t have a speech prepared to answer that “I don’t really know how to explain it…but my home isn’t a homey place”
“I can imagine”
“No, you can’t” you stared at him tremble, taken aback, not expecting such an abrupt answer “I don’t think you can imagine just how….damn maddening it is. How frustrating it is to avoid talking about your own mother at home as if it were some kind of taboo, how every conversation topic I can have with my siblings is discussing my father’s current mood to check if we are safe for the day, how every corner reminds me of something unpleasant…hell, I can only feel at home when I’m alone” He gave a long sigh, making a pause, taking the time to decipher his own thoughts and turn them into proper words “I have nothing against my siblings, my sis is amazing, but…they are all part of that…dark, ugly part of my life I want to cover up. And I especially want to cover it up from you.”
“From me?” you asked, squeezing his hand.
“Yes, you are one of the most beautiful things I have and I would never…” he grabbed his head, frustrated by his own lack of words “shit, I don’t know how to put it. Just imagine that you, my friends, UA…are all part of an…area inside of me, let’s say, that represents all the good I have. But then there’s this other horrible, shitty area, that’s basically my house, my father, my scar…"He swallowed heard and turned to look at you right in the eye, his expression as serious as ever” I would never, by any chance, let those two areas merge”
You look at him, speechless, surprised since you had never seen that expression in his eyes, and not knowing how to comfort him. So, instinctively, you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around him and bring him into a close, tight embrace you could feel he was really thankful for.
“Shoto, I love you and I love every part of you. Being it the good part…"you kissed the right side of his face ” or the bad one" then you kissed the left “and I want to be by your side even when you feel scared or depressed. I want to protect you, just as you protect me when I’m down. And I know it can be kind of…unsettling, to imagine me meeting your family. But just as you accepted your left side during that fight with Deku at the sports festival…I need to acknowledge it too, together with all the dark past it carries. I don’t just care about the good in you, I care about you as a whole. Get it?”
He nodded against your neck, and you could feel his trembling, tense arms around you beginning to relax slowly. Just like when you carry something really heavy for a long while and suddenly let it down, you had just lifted quite a huge, heavy fear from his shoulders. You loved him, no matter what. And you didn’t care about the long term effects of his tortuous past.
“I love you too” he whispered, taking a huge breath as you rested your back against the headboard to cuddle with him more comfortably.
“Don’t worry” you reassured him “if you don’t want me to meet your family it’s totally understandable. I just want to let you know you can trust me to talk about these things, and that I’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens, either at school, at home, or inside your wary little head”
He smiled, a sincere smile, and shifted his body so that you were face to face and your lips were close and approachable. He kissed you softly, tenderly, thanking you for everything, for making his life so much better. He caressed your back, stroking you from the base of your neck to the end of your spine, and he hummed happily against your mouth with the joy of your company. He was relaxed, content, safe within your arms. And he knew he would never have to worry about feeling empty again as long as you were there by his side.
“Shoto, we don’t have to do this now if you don’t feel ready for it” you said, for the fifth time already, since you could totally feel his hand sweating against yours as you walked down the street “I can wait for you all the time you need”
A week after he told you his feelings regards his life at home, he picked you up one day and told you he was taking you to meet his mother. When you asked why, totally shocked by the sudden proposition, he just told you he had been thinking a lot, and that he thought it was the best option. He realized that what you had told him that day was true, that he couldn’t keep locking his feelings up inside himself. The people he loved should accept each part of him. And that included you, and his mom.
“I want to” He said, squeezing your hand as you reached the hospital’s door “This is not only for you…but also for me. I need to do this”
You hugged him tightly, feeling so proud of him, and also undeniably anxious about the fact you were about to meet his mother.
“It will be fine, don’t worry” you said, grinning as you pulled apart “I’ll do my best for her to like me”
“She’ll obviously like you” he pecked your cheek “there’s no way she wouldn’t, since you make me so happy”
If you hadn’t been at a public place, you would have kissed him right away. Instead, you limited yourself to grab his hand again and tangle his fingers with yours, smiling fondly, and giving a deep breath to prepare yourself for what was next to come.
“Are you ready?” You asked, facing the door.
“Ready” He answered, clenching your hand with nervous strength, and finally stepping into the hospital.