Thank you @savannahkyles for the song suggestion. 

The next day was a rest day for the class since we had all just successfully passed the Provisional License Exam. I woke up around midday. I attributed my late rising to me being exhausted from the previous day's events. The exam, the party and spontaneously playing for both Class A and B. I think the only reason I woke up before midday struck was that Shoto wanted to talk to me.

"Did I wake you up?" Shoto asked guiltily as he manoeuvred his way into my room and took a seat on my bed. I nodded my head slightly but dismissed the look of guilt which flickered across his face.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter. I needed to wake up anyway." I yawned, glancing at my All Might alarm clock which displayed the time in neon green. The numbers 11:30 screamed up at me and I felt myself jump at the fact that I had slept in later than I had intended to. I shook away my inhibitions and flopped onto my bed beside Shoto. Looking up at his angular jaw and wondering how I managed to get such a handsome boyfriend. He would be perfect if it wasn't for his inability to interact properly in social situations. Though, I couldn't fault him for that after the way he was raised. Plus, no one was truly perfect.

"Ok. I wanted to talk to you about... my father. Do you remember what you said yesterday?" Shoto asked quietly, his eyes downcast as he tried desperately to avoid my gaze. I nodded my head, recalling that I had mentioned that we should try and get Shoto away from his father.

"Yeah, I remember. Do you want to do it? Try and escape from him?" I asked, placing my hands gently in Shoto's which were folded in his lap. It was rare to see Shoto Todoroki acting nervously. Hardly anyone had seen any other emotion besides indifference on his face. Sure my classmates had all seen anger and grief, but other than that, nothing. They'd certainly never seen nervousness or reluctance. Only I had seen such vulnerability and it made me proud. Proud that he opened up around me. That he thought I was worthy of seeing him how he truly was. A scared boy who was reluctant to face his past. A boy who was just that. A boy. He wasn't a man. He was 15 and had human emotions which his father couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"I want to. It's just... I know it won't work, Izuku. He's the number 1 hero right now. He'll be hard to pin down. It'll be hard to do...anything! We can't do anything. He hasn't done anything extreme in years anyway. He hasn't beaten me severely in a long time. It doesn't matter. It'll be too hard." Shoto whispered desperately, holding his head in his hands and trying to disguise his tears. I could see them though. As they leaked from his eyes and followed a curve down his face. Either going down a path which traced his entire face, down to his chin where they gently dropped down to land on his legs. Or following a route which curved onto his nose and dropped into his palm.

I shook my head and looked at Shoto with fire in my eyes. Something he had said had irked me. Something he had said just wasn't right. "What do you mean 'He hasn't done anything extreme'? I hope you know what that sounds like Shoto. Because to me, it sounds like he has been hitting you but it's not as bad as it was when you were a child. Is that what's happening, Shoto? When you go home to visit your family, does your father still hit you?" I asked, trying with all my might to keep the anger and disgust from my voice. I didn't want to make it seem as though I was angry at Shoto. None of this was his fault, all of the blame could be placed on Endeavour.

Shoto's gaze quickly snapped up to me and his face paled significantly. By the look on his face, the guilt and shock, he didn't mean to expose that specific detail. He looked at me with wide mismatched eyes. He didn't open his mouth to either confirm or deny my accusation. He just looked at me, his eyes slowly closing off as he withdrew into himself.

I gently placed my right hand onto Shoto's shoulder whilst my left hand came up to gently cup his cheek. "Shoto, no matter how insignificant it seems to you, he's still hurting you. Whether it be mentally, physically, intellectually or emotionally, it's still abuse. Tell me, Shoto, do you flinch every time he comes near you? When you go home, does the fear of confronting your father overshadow the joy of seeing your siblings? Do you ever have nightmares relating to what he used to do to you? Have you ever had a panic attack because you know he's going to be near you or something reminds you of him? Shoto, all of this is a clear indication of abuse. Be it past or present, you are not safe around him. You don't deserve this. You are so brave and so strong but it will do you more harm than good to fixate on him. To be around him. You deserve happiness, Shoto, and you won't ever be truly happy unless you manage to escape him. Even if he doesn't lose his position as number 1, even if people still idolise him, even if he keeps everything quiet, you can still get away from him. You and your siblings deserve better." I paused for some breath, eyes never straying from Shoto's as tears began to spill from his eyes faster and faster.

"I escaped on my own. I got away and found someone who could help me. I'm offering you that same help, Shoto. I know that I let Hisashi dictate my life in more ways than one. His actions are always lingering in my mind. I have to take medication to escape him in my nightmares. I need to go to therapy to make sure everything doesn't build upon me. I need to do a lot of things to escape what has happened to me. Shoto, you've already got people, you've already taken some steps. The only thing left to do is escape. To take your siblings with you and escape him. He may cover it up. He may make it seem as though nothing has happened and he probably won't go to jail. Let's be honest, he most likely won't receive any punishment. But, as long as you're no longer in his custody. As long as you've gotten away, he won't be able to hurt you. He's hurting you now Shoto, in more ways than one and I don't want to see you get hurt. I want you to be happy." I whispered brokenly, leaning my forehead against my boyfriend's and wiping away the tears which fell from his eyes.

"Thank you, Izu. I... I'll speak to Fuyumi about everything. I'll convince her to do something. Maybe we should speak to your dad about this. I love you, Izuku. More than you know." Shoto whispered against my lips before pressing them gently against mine.

The taste of strawberries and vanilla immediately filled my mouth as Shoto kissed me. I returned the kiss just as gently. There was no urgency in the kiss, no lust. Simple love, reassurance and shared pain which we knew we could get through. Together.

I stood by Shoto and rubbed his hand soothingly as he explained his home life to my dad and papa. They sat with solemn looks on their faces. Their eyes were alight with guilt. Papa looked like he wanted to cry and hug Shoto. I could see his hands twitching as he tried desperately not to leap from his place sitting on the sofa in my parent's room.

"Thank you for telling us, Todoroki. We will do our best to get you away from your father. I can't guarantee that your father will be incarcerated. The likelihood is that given his position in this fucked up society, he will be allowed to continue as he is with barely a slap on the wrist, but that won't stop us from making sure you're safe, ok?" Dad said with more emotion than he usually displayed. I ignored that fact that he swore, technically he shouldn't have but nobody particularly cared. Shoto nodded his head and quietly thanked both Dad and Papa before we left my parent's room and entered the lounge area.

When we entered the lounge, nearly our entire class was gathered. Stood before the crowd was Kacchan and Kyoka. Kacchan looked pissed off whilst Kyoka just looked at him with the barest hint of a smirk on her face. "What's going on here? Are you about to play?" I asked curiously, letting go of Shoto's hand ad stepping towards my childhood friends.

Kyoka nodded her head and smirked towards Kacchan. "Yeah, this loser lost a bet to Ochako. He said she couldn't fit 15 marshmallows in her mouth. She proved him wrong by putting 17 marshmallows in his mouth. So long story short, Kat is down 1000 yen and because she fit in an extra two, she was allowed to request we play any song she wanted." Kyoka explained as Kacchan snarled at her for calling him a loser.

"Oh, ok. I'll go and get my guitar then." I shrugged before running up the stairs to retrieve the guitar which my dad had gotten me for my birthday. I scooped the guitar from its stand before rushing back down the stairs so that I could play with my band.

"What song do you want us to play, Pink Cheeks?" Kacchan growled lips pulled back into a snarl, displaying his obvious reluctance to play anything Ochako requested. Ochako stood with her hip popped and finger on her cheek as she thought. It took a few minutes, but she finally smiled widely and looked at us.

"Could you play 'I Threw Glass At My Friend's Eye And Now I'm On Probation' (by Destroy Boys)?" Ochako asked, her eyes shining with excitement. I smiled as I thought of that song. It was one of our older ones. Kyoka had written it, of course. Just hearing the name brought back swarming memories of us stumbling through our first public performance which we played for our parents.

"Of course we can." Kyoka smiled before nodding towards Kacchan and I. We readied our instruments before the song began with me and Kyoka playing before Kacchan jumped in.

The lyrics for the song were less sung and more spoken, but it fit well with the music. We did the entire song without faltering once. Me playing the guitar. Kyoka singing and playing her base with a happy gleam in her eyes. Kacchan hitting his drums in perfect time to out instruments, the explosions on his drum sticks catching the light every time they were raised and brought down. I was surprised he still had them after they were given to him by Kyoka for his 7th birthday.

The song ended and the assembled people clapped happily. Ochako thanked us before she skipped off with Tsu's hand in her own. I smiled over at Kacchan and Kyoka and saw the same feeling of nostalgia I felt reflected in their eyes. Playing with my best friends always made happiness and nostalgia stir in my chest. I hoped we never stopped playing together.

Sorry, this is a bit shorter than usual. Once I wrote everything I needed to, I wasn't sure what to write so I just decided to finish the chapter. Also, this was written all in one sitting so it might not be the best.

I'd like to thank @savannahkyles again for suggesting the song. I hope it's the right one. I actually quite enjoyed the song, I wasn't so sure the first time I listened to it, but I gave it another go and found myself really enjoying it. I may now be obsessed.

I start school again on Tuesday and I'm not sure whether I should be happy that I get to actually see my friends face to face again whilst actually learning something, or annoyed that I'll have to be around some of the dickheads at my school. Not to mention the fact that I'm going into year 11, where has all the time gone?  Anyway, since I'm returning to school and since it's such an important year, I may not have as much time to write, nevertheless, I intend to maintain my schedule.

Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are.