My Hero Academia: Complete Victory

Slice Of Life? Life Slices? Life Of Slice? Continue the pattern.

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Roughly two hours later, the cozy, heartwarming atmosphere of the Todoroki household had shifted. Shoto Todoroki sat stiffly on the couch, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a mix of mild frustration and quiet resignation.

It wasn't that anything bad had happened—on the contrary, things were fine. The problem lay with the television.

The soap drama playing out on screen was a labyrinth of convoluted plots, dramatic twists, and emotional overload. Shoto had tried his best to keep up, but the sheer absurdity of the storylines had defeated even his analytical mind.

The characters' over-the-top arguments and sudden revelations blurred together in a cacophony of heightened emotions, leaving him utterly lost. His growing confusion only deepened when the heroine was inexplicably diagnosed with stage 3 cancer—mere episodes after she had amnesia.1

Shoto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. How does this even make sense? The plot supposedly spans two months. How does someone develop advanced cancer so quickly?

Feeling the beginnings of a headache, Shoto turned to his only possible source of clarity. "Kuro, mind explaining—" He stopped mid-sentence, noticing the sleeping figure draped over his mother's lap.

Kuro was fast asleep, his usual boundless energy replaced by a peaceful, lazy smile. His breathing was soft and steady, and his small frame seemed almost weightless against Rei's lap.

Shoto stared for a moment before sighing. "…Of course." His tone was tinged with exasperation but softened by amusement. Kuro, despite occasionally appearing mature and dependable, always found new ways to remind Shoto that he was, at heart, a chaotic bundle of unpredictability, aka useless.

Turning his attention to his mother, Shoto found himself facing the second challenge of the evening.

"Oh, they're so cute together~" Rei Todoroki cooed, her eyes glued to the screen. Her usual calm and maternal demeanor had been replaced by that of an emotionally invested drama enthusiast. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched a tissue in one hand. "If only she didn't get amnesia in the next episode…"

Shoto blinked, trying to process what she'd just said. "…Amnesia? Mom, the female lead clearly doesn't realize what's going on."

Rei gasped, her watery eyes widening as if he'd just uttered something profound. "B-but that's the charm of it all!" she exclaimed, dabbing her eyes with the tissue. "And I've already seen this show, so I know what happens! Even how the heroine—" Her voice broke, and she sniffled dramatically. "—dies of stage 3 cancer…"

Shoto tilted his head, utterly baffled. "How did the heroine get cancer? Why did she get cancer? And how did it progress so fast?" He rubbed his temples, feeling the heat of confusion creeping up the side of his face. "This all happens in two months. The timeline doesn't make sense."

His logical dissection of the plot only seemed to deepen Rei's emotional turmoil. "Shoto!" she cried, waving the tissue at him. "It's not about making sense—it's about the feelings!"

Shoto sighed again, leaning back against the couch. I don't think I'll ever understand this emotional stuff, he thought, glancing at the sleeping Kuro. At least he had the right idea—check out and let the madness wash over you.1

Needing a reprieve, Shoto pulled out his phone and opened the Class 1-A group chat. As he scrolled through the messages and pictures, he found himself smirking faintly at the usual antics of his classmates. Then, something caught his attention—a short video clip.

It showed All Might standing in front of what appeared to be UA's Class 1-A classroom, giving his trademark smile and a cheerful thumbs-up. The video's caption read: "Big surprise in class tomorrow! #SymbolOfPeace #NewBeginnings."1

Shoto raised an eyebrow. "All Might's coming to class tomorrow?" he murmured. His thumb hovered over the video's sender profile, labeled Hitoshi Shinso.

Shoto frowned thoughtfully, whispering the name aloud. "Hitoshi Shinso, huh?" If he remembered correctly, Shinso had participated in the Sports Festival. He had fought Kuro, showcasing an impressive ability to use his quirk, Brainwashing, to outsmart stronger opponents.

The bigger question lingered in Shoto's mind: If Shinso is in the Class 1-A group chat, does that mean he's joining our class?

He glanced up briefly at his mother, who was now fully engrossed in the soap drama, dabbing at her tears with an almost comical intensity. Then at Kuro, still peacefully napping without a care in the world. Shoto sighed again, leaning back against the couch.

"Tomorrow's going to be… interesting," he murmured, returning his attention to the chat as the soap drama droned on in the background.

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As the night wore on, the Todoroki household settled into its usual quiet. Shoto Todoroki, after spending the evening navigating his mother's soap drama and Kuro's antics, retired to his room. The minimalistic yet luxurious space reflected his personality—practical and unassuming despite the grandeur of his family's status.

Sliding into bed, Shoto let his thoughts drift as he stared at the ceiling. His mother's laughter from earlier still echoed faintly in his mind, a rare and precious sound. Slowly, his eyelids grew heavy, and he fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Shoto stirred, blinking groggily as the light pulled him from his slumber. Sitting up, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Hmm... I feel like I forgot something," he muttered, his voice still thick with sleep.1

Stretching, Shoto donned a simple pair of slippers and shuffled out of his room in his plain but comfortable pajamas. The quiet morning air was soon interrupted by a familiar sound—a voice carrying from down the hall.

It was his sister, Fuyumi.

Shoto paused mid-step, recognizing the tone. Ah, another rant, he thought. Fuyumi, as kind and well-meaning as she was, had a habit of venting her pent-up frustrations to herself—or to the nearest available person. Being the one trying to mend the fractured Todoroki family seemed to have left her with an endless supply of exasperation and a tendency to overthink things.

"Better not deal with that today…" Shoto murmured, considering retreating back to his room. Today felt like a day to avoid unnecessary drama.

But then he stopped, a creeping realization dawning on him. If Mom's bedridden, Natsuo's back at college, and Kuro was in the living room last I saw him… His thoughts trailed off as he frowned.

Fuyumi wasn't the type to have extended phone conversations—her social circle was notoriously limited. So who exactly was she talking to?

"…Just a peek wouldn't hurt," Shoto decided, tiptoeing toward her door with the stealth of someone who absolutely wasn't trying to be stealthy. Carefully, he cracked the door open, peering inside.

What he saw stopped him cold.

Fuyumi was sitting cross-legged on the floor, mid-rant, gesturing animatedly. "—And then he kept complaining about how kids without proper parents are natural delinquents! Right in front of me! As if he didn't know I don't have proper parents either! Honestly, that's how my thirty-second date ended within three minutes!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration.

But that wasn't the strangest part.

Perched on her lap, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, was none other than Kurokami Tenshin. His usual spiky hairstyle was being carefully groomed by Fuyumi, who held a comb in one hand and a look of determined concentration on her face.

"Hmmm," Kuro mused thoughtfully, his tone calm and supportive. "That's a fair point, Miss Fuyumi. But it simply shows that you two weren't compatible. Sometimes, fate has other plans. Maybe your perfect match isn't ready yet."

His hair had been styled into its signature arrangement—four prominent spikes near the front on the right side, with two smaller ones at the back left. Kuro looked entirely unbothered, as though sitting on someone's lap while being lectured on failed dates was part of his daily routine.

"Hi."

The single word broke the scene like a pebble dropped into still water.

Both Fuyumi and Kuro turned their heads toward the door, where Shoto stood stoically, his expression unreadable. A tense silence followed.

Without a word, Shoto slowly closed the door.

For a moment, he stood in the hallway, processing what he had just seen. Maybe… maybe they'll be ready to talk if I give them a moment.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door again. But to his shock, the room was empty.

The comb lay abandoned on the floor, and there was no sign of Fuyumi or Kuro. Shoto blinked, stepping inside and scanning the room. "...What? Did they… disappear?" he muttered, his confusion mounting. How could they vanish in two seconds?1

"Shoto? Why are you in my room?"

The voice behind him made him turn sharply. There stood Fuyumi, dressed in her pajamas, holding a cup of tea. Her expression was a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Shoto looked back at the empty room, then at his sister. His brow furrowed slightly. "…Nothing, sis. Nothing."

Fuyumi raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. Instead, she waited until Shoto walked off before breaking into a barely contained giggle.

"Did he leave?"

Kuro's head popped out of Fuyumi's closet, a triumphant grin plastered across his face.

"Perfect! My stealth skills are amazing as usual!" Kuro declared proudly, climbing out of the cramped space.

Fuyumi shook her head, stifling her laughter as she handed him the cup of tea she had been holding. "You're impossible." Kuro downed it, it was sugary, his favorite. "And you're an excellent hairstylist, Miss Fuyumi," Kuro replied with his usual smile.

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[Auther: Anyways, the slice-of-life chapters will continue forever but we're going to officially leave the canon villain plot....I'll make a proper Final Boss outta Shiggy yet...

My quote: "Yo, been awhile eh?" ]