"I don't know....the scar will be permanent, I think.....I wonder what happened."

"Something nasty for sure."

"Well, of course Mister Obvious."

Shoto groaned as he woke up. The surroundings were unfamiliar to him. Had kidnappers got him last night?

He frowned, wondering about last night. He came up with a vague recollection of an extreme amount of pain, whose source appeared to be his left eye. Doubling over, he desperately tried to block the phantom terror and pain off, to think of something else.

"Oh you are awake, I see," a familiar female voice made him snap from the panic and looked up to see a pair of mismatched eyes staring at him like they knew all the secrets of his childish soul.

/A childish soul tainted with hurt and tears, but that of a child nevertheless./

"Where am I?" he asked immediately, "This isn't my house, and my father isn't shouting, so it's all obvious. Did you kidnap me? Wha—"

Makoto cut him off.

/He said house, not home. Something must be really off if he speaks that way./

"You are here at our apartment," she began, flexing her fingers and he stilled, "We found you crying in a street," she noted his flinch, "And when we asked you where you lived, you hyperventilated and passed out. Correct me if I am wrong, but is your name Shoto Todoroki?"

His heart rate picked up.

"Yes."

Her eyes softened and an unfamiliar male voice spoke from the corner of the room.

"If it's not rude to ask, what happened?" Tomura posed the question simply enough, even though he was aware that the chances of getting an actual answer were astronomically low.

Shoto felt the burning pain again as a tear streaked down.

"I don't know, I don't remember. If I stray off from home too much I am going to be beaten up, I—, I am sorry, if you guys don't have an ulterior motive, it would be best to—"

He choked on his words and the room swam before his eyes.

He froze the arm that tried to touch him, instinctively.

"Listen, it's going to be all fine, just breath okay?"

Makoto could already tell that this would be troublesome. The boy's emotions were too strong to subtly manipulate like she had done for Izuku and Tomura. So strong that she was actually starting to get worried.

Along with a burning desire to send Endeavor packing to next Sunday, that is.

Shoto calmed down enough to realise the damage he had done.

"I AM SORRY," he shrieked, immediately melting the ice off Makoto's arm, who took it back, rubbing them to get rid off the cold.

"Listen, this won't be very pleasant and I am apologising beforehand," Makoto spoke, holding her hand out.

A strong current passed through it and snaked towards the distraught boy, who went eerily still.

Keeping her hand raised, she softly asked, "Who did that to your eye?"

"My mother. She poured boiling water on my left eye because she said that it reminded her of my father, Endeavor."

She strengthened her hold to keep him going, growing aghast as she listened.

"He is the number two hero. His lifelong desire had been to best All Might, but he is unable to do it. He therefore thought of creating a successor that would best him and All Might and gain the position of the number one hero. He married my mom. It wasn't out of love. Quirk marriages aren't that uncommon. She had a desirable Quirk, and he wanted to create a hybrid. When I was born, he was overjoyed that finally he had managed to create what he wanted to. He used to beat me up if I wasn't good enough in practice, which was mostly the case. I could never meet his standards. Mom would try to save me and she got beaten up in turn. It went on like this, he is a horrible person, he made her mad, she is scared of my left side.... unsightly she said—"

Tomura felt sick as Shoto rambled on. This gave him a way better incentive to chase heroes.

/Father had been right/

/Heroes don't care about their families/

Makoto realised perfectly well that the room would be a disaster the moment she released her hold off him. Children would tend to lash out with their Quirks without control, especially during moments where they were frightened and under incredible pressure.

Shoto Todoroki was.......he was probably traumatised beyond everything, and he probably has suppressed the memories. Under normal questioning, he wouldn't have answered properly, but well, Makoto Shigaraki as she called herself, had a very good way of getting people to open up by Emotionally Manipulating them.

Tomura's distorted thinking made it easy to make her look like a comforting figure, who held him when he cried.

The reality would crush him anyways.

Slowly she released her group when Shoto had finished speaking.

Instead of bursting like she expected him to, he fell back like a puppet with his strings cut. Tears streamed down his face, which was completely blank.

Izuku Midoriya just chose the worst possible time to walk in.

He definitely hadn't expected to see Tomura looking like he was about to throw up, Makoto searching up information on Endeavor and Shoto just sitting on the bed, clutching his knees and crying.

"Uh, guys?"