Glacial

“He didn’t force you to use your quirk when you just manifested it. You didn’t get burned constantly because you couldn’t control it especially when it built up too fast. You saw all the fucking burns I had from elementary school to high school.”

He glared at her. “You want to explain to me how a father does that? Cause to me that’s not a father but a monster. A god damned bonafide villain.”

He turned away from her. “He’s nothing more than a sperm donor.”

Instinctively flinching away from Touya’s anger Fuyumi felt herself deflate, her already small frame shrinking in on itself as she did her best to pull back. A sensible part of her knew Touya would never hurt her, but fear came none-the-less. Not able to look up at him she spoke softly as if more for her sake than his. “...I know who he is. Despite being a girl I was tested too, remember? He thought I may have...”

“If it’s me, you, Natsuo, Shouto and your cockatoo, it’d be fine. But if we’re including our jackass of a father. The house might go up in flames. Just saying.”

“Touya, please-”

“Excuse you. I think I’m the superior chef between the two of us. Though to be fair your cooking won’t replace Ma’s.” He puffed his cheeks out and turned away. He was irritated.

He shook his head. “I’m not going to breathe down his neck.” No what he’ll do is hack into the city’s camera’s for surveillance. “I’ll just glare at him once and then leave.”

The gentle jab about their mother cut to the quick in a way she knew her brother didn’t intend, but it did nothing to stop her shoulders from deflating slightly. Try as she may she was a poor substitute for their mother. No matter how dutiful of a daughter she was she would always fall short in experience. “...I suppose you’re right.”

           ❝  I  can  handle  it.  I’m  sixteen,  I  think  laundry  is  the  easiest  thing  I  can  do  right  now.  ❞

“...if you insist.”

          ❝  …I  can  handle  it,  that’s  all.  ❞  Smooth.

“I know you can, but you study so hard. I just wanted to lighten your chores list a bit.”

          ❝  If  you  come  in  here,  I’ll  set  this  house  on  fire.  ❞

“Okay, okay...”

“Oh no whatever will I do. It’s not like I can’t cook for myself or anything.” He deadpanned.

He shrugged his shoulders. “What are you going to do, sic your cockatoo on me?”

“You can’t cook well...” Not as well as she could anyway, but then again she was aware she was biased. 

          ❝  OUT!  ❞

“But I need to collect your laundry...”

It was true, out of Fuyumi and Natsuo, Fuyumi was the one who would leave him alone. Though she did nag him when he did something stupid or get into fights. But the two of them were inseperable. If he was going to torment someone it would be Natsuo. 

He ruffled her hair. “Nothing I just like seeing your reaction.” He chuckled slightly. “Then I’ll just have to hide the step stool.”

“Oh, you stop that.” Batting his hands away from her hair once more with an indignant expression. She’d never know what to do with her brothers.

He snickered slightly. “Tsk. Tsk, Fuyumi. If you just drank milk like the rest of you you wouldn’t be so short. “ He was enjoyng this.

“Using your status as vertically challenged  would be sticking your favorite things on the top shelf of your closet or placing you in a tree.”

“Ugh!” 

“Stay out of my room.” That’s his mood. He’s got...lots of things from school in there that she’d question.

Don’t let her in!

“You just answered your own question.” He snorted. He sighed and reached over and patted her head. 

“Yeah but you’re forgetting two things, Sis. I’m older, and taller.” 

The truth was that he and Fuyumi didn’t have much of an age difference. Though he was still the eldest sibling and was going to use that against her. As far as him being taller, he spent his childhood being shorter than his siblings, he was also going to use his growth spurt in high school against her as well.

“Oh never mind you!” Waving off his hand before it could do too much damage to her already wild hair she relented and stuck out her tongue. He always managed to bring out a more childish side in her, just one of his many gifts. 

@glacialfailure

Okay, so maybe sometimes Nightingale had a bad habit of biting off more than she could chew. Heck, maybe if she had the full strength of her quirks this would be no sweat– but unfortunately one was missing, and the other was a spluttering shadow of its former glory. A shame.

Sorry about the Todoroki residence but– yeah, there she is, crashing through about 5 rooms in rapid succession and all she could do was hold on for dear life to OFA’s protective force ‘less her spine cracked apart rather than the walls she smashed through.

As she finally skidded to a stop, flipping backwards onto her head, cape tangled unceremoniously over her legs, she found herself staring up at a pair of startled grey eyes. Oh dear.

“Good morning?” She coughed a weak greeting.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Panic laced Fuyumi’s body as she knelt over the downed and disheveled hero that had done her best to level the Todoroki home. Fear shone in wide turquoise eyes as she looked over the older woman, in search of injuries before the idea that this stranger could be a threat even crossed her mind. 

Her own crossword puzzle abandoned as her sanctuary lay in ruins. For the first time in a very, very long time she wished her father was home. Full of fire and frothing anger. Glancing back at the hole her new guest had made before back at the hero as she untangled herself. “What’s going on?”