This is a what if, I dont know if I will do a series but this is the first. This is a what if dabi was reborn as jack frost. Enjoy!
In a quiet town nestled within the mountains, a boy named Touya Todoroki could always be found playing in the snow-dusted fields that surrounded his home. A lively child, he harbored a vibrant spirit that soared during moments spent training with his father, Enji Todoroki, a relentless hero. Every drill, every encouraging word from his father fueled Touya's dream to become the strongest hero, just like the one he revered. But as the seasons passed, so too did the warmth of that once-enveloped childhood.
Enji, while committed to his duties as a hero, struggled with the manifestation of Touya's fire quirk. Whenever Touya trained, the flames seemed to dance with a ferocity that unnerved his father. As Enji inadvertently drew a line between devotion and fear, he turned his attention toward his younger siblings, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto. To Enji, they were the answers to his prayers, his torchbearers who could carry forward the legacy he wanted. And then there was Shoto—the golden child, gifted with both fire and ice, a beacon of perfection that Enji could proudly claim as his own.
Ignoring the plea in his eyes for recognition, Touya continued training in solitude. The frigid nights reminded him of his brother's charm and competence, gnawing at Touya's already bruised self-worth. He longed for approval, a simple acknowledgment that he was trying so hard, yet only in the shadows did he stand.
One tragic evening, with the moon hung high and bright above him, Touya gathered every ounce of hope and asked Enji to watch him train. Yet, his father, preoccupied with his new family, simply brushed him aside. That one moment shattered the remnants of his childhood, leaving Touya a crying wreck, embers of despair fanning into a raging inferno within him. The anguish unleashed the very quirk intended to set him free, but instead sent him into an inferno.
In the raw heat of his own creation, Touya felt time slow down as he screamed for help; but no one came. The flames engulfed him, and he felt them sear through his flesh, promising an end to his misery. Just when he thought there was nothing left, darkness washed over him, only to awaken moments later in a serene lake of shimmering blue. The water embraced him, cool and revitalizing, washing away the pain and the rage.
As he emerged from the depths, Touya blinked at the reflection staring back at him. The vibrant red of his hair had transformed into a brilliant white, and with it came a surge of instinct—an entirely new power ignited within him. He could feel the air shift, the cold surface of the water sparking like an old bond, and though he was no more an embodiment of fire, he was now the essence of ice—a guardian born from tragedy.
The moonlight glistened on his new form as he rose, his heart still aching for love and acceptance, now a memory buried deep. Looking down at the lake, he whispered a promise to the children who felt lost and unloved like he had. From that moment forth, he would protect them, shield their innocence against the shadows lurking under the bed and in the corners of their mind.
Touya had become Jack Frost, an ethereal spirit of winter and a guardian of the tender-hearted. The bitterness of neglect became a cool blessing, as he weaved through the night sky, guiding lost children to warmth and safety. He danced through snowy forests and glimmering fields, his laughter rising like snowflakes in the crisp air. He understood now—the importance of being seen, of allowing light into the dark moments.
As he soared through vast winter landscapes, he promised each child a world filled with wonder under the moonlit sky and whispered assurance that they were never truly alone. Times may be dreary, hearts may be heavy, but the stories he conjured would breathe life into forgotten dreams.
In the end, Touya did not just become Jack Frost; he transformed into a refuge for those weary from despair. Shields of ice encased his essence, and with every child he protected, he rewrote his own tragic pages, crafting a narrative where love was not only expected but guaranteed.
And so, the once-neglected boy became more than a guardian; he became the warmth wrapped in the chill of winter—a reminder that all children deserve to be seen, loved, and cherished.