|| S O L D T O T H E H E R O C O M M I S I O N || Youngest Todoroki

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Ketsueki is the youngest daughter of Endeavor and so far the most outstanding, whether academically or in battle.

But not everything is rosy, despite her efforts to make her father proud. He hates her. Why? Because she is identical to Touya, it's practically like seeing his eldest son in Ketsueki; their behavior is the same. 

Today, they were all eating as a family until Enji said, "You are a demon."

"But father... it isn't my fault!" The girl mumbled, defending herself, only to be interrupted by Enji before continuing, "Shut up. It is your fault. You look like him, you act like him, you have the same quirks. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me," He says coldly, eating his food like it was normal.

"Dad! You can't just say that!" Fuyumi said turning away from her food, shocked he'd say that to her younger sister. Tiny tears formed in Ketsueki's eyes, "I-I'm sorry..." She runs out of the room, heading to her own. Enji just watches as she runs to her room and rolls his eyes. He doesn't feel bad for what he said. He's said much worse to her before.

In her room, the girl had found red hair dye, she looked at her reflection, unsure if she should do this. But she wanted her father to like her, just a little.

Loud ruff stomping could be heard, and her door was slid open, revealing her father, "What are you doing?"

"Dying my hair red..." She mumbles, slightly afraid of what he might think. Not realizing Shoto was listening from down the hall.

He snatches the box away and burns it into ashes, the girl sits there shocked, and slightly confused, "Why?"

"So I could look like you... you have red hair..." She mumbles, looking at the ground, a bead of sweat racing down her temple, her blue eyes shaking.

Enji's eyes widened slightly as she mumbled that. He wasn't expecting her to say that. He walked over to the girl, that was sitting on her knees looking at the ground, and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, "You think this will make me like you? You think I'll suddenly be proud of you just because you look like me?" He calmly but coldly asks.

"I just t-thought you'd warm up to me more..." Her eyes were wide, nervous and wanting her older siblings in that moment. They always comforted her when she was scared or nervous. It made her feel safe to know she at least had three people in her corner, as she had never remembered her mom. But they told her stories.

Enji scoffed, and let go of her chin. He took a step back and looked at her with a cold expression that made her tiny figure shrink even more. His blue eyes baring into her soul. 

"I'll never warm up to you. You're nothing but a reminder of my failure as a father. You may have my eyes, but you're not me. You're weak and pathetic," He spat at her, the words tore through the girls heart. Who was he talking about anyway? What happened? Something in her gut told her what he said just now wasn't fair.

The girl whimpers and tears run down her face and onto the floor, "Father, that isn't fair! It isn't my fault!"

Enji looks down at her with a disgusted expression on his face. He can't stand seeing her crying like that, but he refuses to show sympathy. "Life isn't fair. Deal with it. Stop crying like a baby."

"But I'm only n-nine..." Enji rolls his eyes at her age. He doesn't care that she was just a kid, he's never cared. 

"And? That doesn't change anything. You're still weak and pathetic. You'll never be as strong as Shoto or Natsuo," Enji comments, the girl wanting to explode into sobs and screams.