The small red haired boy stuck his tongue out as he worked on the cardboard with scissors and paint. He used the mixes of yellow, orange and reds to make his father's flames. He poked small holes in the cardboard and pushed the string through. He pulled the fiery mask onto his face, copying his father. He pushed himself up from his knees and walked out the door to find his father who he had admired.

He peered into a room where his father was sitting at a desk writing on whatever papers he had. It looked so boring. Toya stepped inside and tugged on his father's pants leg, frowning at the lack of response, he tugged again, and again, and again. "Cant you see I'm bus-Ah." Enji looked down at his son, a small scowl on his lips. He made a small 'tch' before lifting his son upto his shoulders. "Let's to show people what the Todorokis are made of, eh?"

Toya smiled and used one hand to hold onto his father's hair, the other pointing ahead of them as it would like he could use a quirk. He was only three at the time, he was yet to manifest a quirk of his own. His bright red hair and bright turquoise eyes suggested he would be more likely to have his father's quirk. The fire. The flame. Unlike his mother who had pale grey eyes and white hair. Her complexion was faint, her skin soft and cold to the touch. "Papa?" He asked, looking down into his father's hair "Will I be a hero like you?" He asked curiously before glancing at his hands.

"You will." Enji chuckled "Not as amazing as I, but I'm sure you'll fall in somewhere of being a hero."

Toya looked down at his father once again, frowning softly. "Papa could train me to be better." He spoke, rather emotionless as always.

"I could try. You wouldn't live upto what I plan. You're much to small."

"I'll grow! I'll get my quirk and be powerful like Papa! Fuyumi can be like Mama."

"Fuyumi is only a year old, Toya." Enji spoke "She doesn't have a quirk yet."

"But she looks like Mama. And Toya looks like Papa, but Toya has prettier eyes. Mama said that."

Enji growled softly at the words. He couldnt accept that anyone was better then him in any way. Looks, quirks, skill, intelligence. Anything. "Your mother isnt mentally well." He spoke. It was partly true, Rei wasn't the most sane all the time, but there was a deeper reason then simply mental illness. 

Toya sighed and laid his head on his father's hair, closing his eyes. He didnt like when his Mama was spoken badly of. He adored her, she was the best Mama anyone could ask for.

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It was two years later when the small red haired boy found himself looking in awe at the blue flame emitting from the palm of his hand. "Pretty..." he whispered, staring at the flame like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It danced within his hand, whisking in the soft breeze that came from the window of his room. A small gasp came from his lips as it started to hurt, he shook his head and pouted as the flame flicked out.

"M-Mama! Papa!" He yelled excitedly "I have a quirk! I have a pretty quirk!" He screamed, running around the house to find them. Happiness and excitement radiating in his bright blue eyes. He jumped on the couch beside his mother, his younger sister and now younger brother. His sister was three and his brother was one. They both looked like their mother, both their hair white. Though, they both had red speckles sparkled in their hair. Toya felt slight jealously He wasnt like them. The oldest and the most different.

"You have your quirk?" Rei asked,looking at her eldest son with a gentle smile. "Show me, dearest."

Toya grinned widely and struck a pose, one foot infront of the other. He parted his fingers and stuck his tongue out, squinting his eyes and concentrating on the sparks that began to flicker before a bright blue flame began to burn. "Its pretty, isn't it, Mama?" He asked, shaking his hand to rid of the flame before his siblings touched it.

"Very pretty, Toya." She spoke softly. She wouldnt admit to her heart pounding within her chest. Her husband was not going to be happy seeing that Toya was different. His quirk was powerful. Such a hot flame could do so much then Enjis fire.

He grinned widely and turned to look over his shoulder "Is Papa home?" He asked, balling his hands into fists to contain his excitement "He can train me to be the bestest hero."

---

Well...that's what the boy hoped for, at least. He never thought the training would he this. Making him combust his body in his painful flames. The blue fire causing him to get small burns over his back where he struggled to control them the most. It went like this for years, more burns and marks covered his body as the months went by.

It was another day. Enji had woken his eldest son up at ungodly hours every morning to make him train like he never expected. His son was twelve at this point and couldn't think for himself. He had burns on his wrists travelling up his arms, his neck and jaw. He tried to copy Endeavers fire mask one day and ended up wearing a cover over his eyes for weeks before seeing the burn marks he had caused himself.

"Toya!" Enji yelled, bursting into the room to see his son on his hands and knees "stop slacking!" He shouted, grabbing the boys shirt and lifting him "You wonder why you're covered in these bandages, you cant control your own quirk at twelve years old!"

"I'm trying, P-Papa." He spoke quietly "I-It hurts, I-Im just taking a small break." He nodded, yelping as he dropped back to the ground.

"If you cant control your own quirk, you'll become nothing." His father spat in anger. "I expect better from a Todoroki." He growled before walking out of the room.

Toya clenched his fists, shaking his head "From a Todoroki." He whispered, blowing the red strands of hair away from his hair.

"Toya-kun! Toya-kun!" Shoto smiled as he ran into the room "Papa says I can start training with you!"

Toya felt his heart drop to his stomach. He looked at his brother with wide eyes "Not now, Shoto."

"But...But Nii-chan." The boy whined "I wanted to-"

"I said not know, Shoto!" He yelled, standing up and grabbing the boy, placing him outside the doors. "Go play elsewhere."  He sighed, watching as he ran away.

It was a few days later when Toya was sitting in the dojo on his knees. He was whispering to himself, he was trying to find some sort of peace. Some peace where he could control himself. He figured, maybe, just maybe being angry at himself for not living upto his father's expecting could be what was making him unable to control it. What made him burn himself so frequently.

"Nii-Cha-"

He pressed his fingers to his youngest brothers forehead "Maybe next time, Shoto.." he whispered softly, looking at the boy as he stood up. "I'm going to rest. Dont let him over bear you. Please." He spoke carefully, ruffling his hair and stepping out.

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"HEY! STOP! YOURE PUSHING HIM TO DAMN FAR." Toya screamed, grabbing his father's arm and throwing it to the side "He's a kid! Are you insane!?" He screamed, grabbing Shoto in his arms and holding his crying brother in his arms "You want him to end up like me!?" He yelled, holding up his bandaged arm "Burn after fucking burn!?"

"Do not raise your voice at me! He will not be weak like you!"

"Weak!? I've done nothing but try to impress you! Nothing will ever be good enough! You're going to kill him inside and out!"

Shoto wrapped his arms around his brother, crying into his shoulder. "I'm taking him out. Hes done for the day." He snapped, turning on his heel and carrying him out. He placed him in the living room and smiled weakly "Its okay." He whispered, wiping his tears "Hes terrible. I know." He smiled. "Dont let him push you. He cant hurt you if you dont let him get to you. Dont let his fire ruin you."

Shoto nodded gently. The last sentence ringing in his head as his brother walked away from him.

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Toya looked around his room, tearing things off the walls, ripping his clothes and turning anything that reminded him of his father into ashes. He looked in the mirror and clenched his fists, bringing his foot up and smashing it into millions of pieces. He stormed over to his bed, throwing clothes into a bag and grabbing his wallet. He left the bag on the bed and left the house. He ran to the store, he got the darkest shade of black hair dye he could find before going home. He went back to his room, he couldn't take it. This house, his father, this life drove him insane. He was going to burn him into nothing if he was around him any longer. He went into the bathroom and mixed what he had to, applying it to the red strands of hair. "From a Todoroki." He hissed, mixing the dye into his hair and waiting for it to darken and settle before rinsing our what he had to in the shower.

He stepped out after a while and looked into the mirror, he sucked in a weak breath and pressed his hand to his face, igniting his flames and burning along whatever burns were already there. He ignored the pain. The tears pouring down his cheeks as he pulled his hand away. "I'm not a Todoroki anymore." He said to himself. "I'm sorry, Mom." He murmured "I'm sorry Fuyumi, I'm sorry Natsuo, I'm so sorry, Shoto." He sighed, dressing himself and walking out. He grabbed the bag and jumped out the window, running as far from the house as possible. He ignored the ache he felt to go back. He would do whatever it took to forget Enji. To ruin Endeaver. He was no hero. 

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It was weeks later. He looked around the streets at the pictures of himself. His smile seemed so bright. His hair was so bright. His eyes were full of life. That wasnt him. He wasn't Toya Todoroki. There wasn't a Toya Todoroki. He stayed in alleyways, saving what money he had stolen from his father for food and things he actually needed. He followed the story of the hero killer as the years passed. He followed the story of class 1-A UA students. He followed the story of Shoto Todoroki and then he joined the league of villains. He wanted to have a way to end Endeaver. The man was still classed as a hero and he wouldnt stand for that.

"What's your name?"

"....Dabi."