A/n: Please read the a/n at the very beginning of this book. And i repeat the characters that are 15-16 are aged up to 17-18 so i feel a littlw more comfortable during certain parts.

Also this is a short chapter.

I never wanted to be a famous musician. My father forced me to be one. Once a famous actor turned politician, he found my mom and promised her fame, glory, and everything that came with being a jazz singer. Sadly her sweet jazz turned into sour blues.

Todoroki wrote the words down, and every other moment he erased something and scribbled something else.

When I was four I picked up my first bow, I hand no idea what I was doing. Through several months of pain I finally played a song at age five.

I wish I didn't. But let me start at the year my life changed, for I found something missing.

Love.

Years before

"Shoto, you are going to be late." The oldest Todoroki sibling, Touya (but he likes being called Dabi), said to his youngest brother as he leaned against their house's front door frame. A cedar chest was at his feet.

"Just." Shoto took a deep breath. "Just taking it all in. This could be my last time standing here until school is over."

Dabi tried to hid his sad grin. He knew his brother would make it in the school, anything to get away from their dad, but he didn't want him to get his hopes up. "Sure you are. Now help me move this hunk of junk to the car." He kicked the chest lightly with his foot.

Shoto nodded and helped his brother move it to his car, or well the car he was borrowing from his college roommate Shigaraki. He haven't met the man, but apparently he bumps heads with him every now and then.

Dabi took notice that his brother didn't have his cello. "Using the schools?" Shoto nodded like he knew what he was talking about. Dabi gave a short nod and pointed to the car with his thumb. The two started the ride over to the school.

Each turn they made caused Shoto's stomach to flip. He was used to doing performances and such, but this school... He didn't want any special treatment because who his dad is.

He felt like passing out until they passed the post office. He sat up a little straighter and glanced at his brother as his fingers danced on his own lap. "So... Any-"

Dabi quickly raised his hand up to reveal two letters. A small smirk was on his face. "Natsuo and Fuyumi both sent one."

The youngest Todoroki slowly took the letters from him. He missed his siblings, but knew they had lives of their own. Natsuo joined the army as a medic not to long ago while Fuyumi is teaching the culinary arts in England or France. He forgot which.

He glanced at his brother again after reading the letters that wished him luck. He wanted to ask Dabi a question, but he already knew the answer.

Any from her?

When he was younger after his mom was placed in rehab he kept asking that question. Heck he even sent some of his own in chicken scratch. But as the days went by he stopped asking. For now though he couldn't help, but ask. "Do you think she would have wished me luck?"

He noticed Dabi tense up as he put the emphasis on she. His knuckles turned a small shade of white as he kept his hands on the steering wheel. "Yes." He could tell Dabi was having some trouble with his answer, as if he didn't know himself.

Sometimes the two would ask themselves what she would do if she was still with them or if she would be happy how far they've made it.

Of course they would never ask these questions aloud.

Dabi tapped his fingers along with the radio, it was some song from some band he never heard of and his father would probably band him from listening to. "Dumpster divin' for my wishes, leaving my life behind 'cause I'm tired of these bitc-"

"Seriously?" Shoto mumbled.

"What? Like your music is any better." Dabi chuckled. "Besides the the beat rocks."

"I'd rather stick with... Other lyrics." He reached forward and turned the radio down when they got to the school's front gates. The younger boy got out of the car and started to walk away.

"Shoto!" The multicolor haird boy stopped and looked at his brother, taking every detail in. From his blue eyes to his dyed black hair. Dabi bit his lip, he knew he wasn't there much when they were younger. He's been trying to now... While he can. "Good luck." He said before driving away.

Shoto watched as the small car drove away to the college that was a few blocks down. Shoto shook his head and looked at the school. Multiple students, well future students, where heading inside. Some with instruments, some with dance bags.

He sighed, checked to make sure his shoes were tied, and made his way inside the building. With each step his feet felt heavier and heavier. As he got closer he had a little bit more trouble breathing. He felt light headed and made small fists with his hands.

Is it to late to run?

He shook his head and took a step forward once more. He hadn't realized he stopped. "Excuse me?" He looked over to see a male about his age with green hair. "C-can you hold this for a moment?" He handed a bag out to the Todoroki.

Todoroki took it and watched as the other male quickly searched through a notebook, wrote something down, nd quickly placed it away. "Thank you so much!" The boy smiled before looking at his watch. "I'm going to be la- Kacchan!" He ran away from Todoroki.

The human peppermint looked confused for a few seconds before he started walking back to the school. He found that interaction a bit weird.

Once he was in the school he was given a number, stuff to fill out, and then had to wait with a few others. He sat next to a girl who kept her hair in a ponytail. A violin case sat in her lap. The girl glanced at him and looked like she wanted to ask a question, but before she could a sweet voice interrupted her from the auditorium.

I kept my promise,
Don't keep your distance.

It sounded so angelic. He was 95.5% sure the song was Don't Cry For Me Argentina, but not fully sure. Moments later a timid boy with shaggy peach hair shuffled out, shook a man's hand, and walked down the hall.

That was from him? Todoroki asked himself.

"Todoroki, Shoto?" A voice questions and he turned to the auditorium. "You're up."

He gulped and walked over. Once he was in the room, sat correctly with the cello the school said he could use he took a deep breath and began to play.