Shoto

*you are in your home getting another lecture from your father, you are crying and hiding your face in her legs covered in bruises. As your father yelled and raised his hand Shoto bursts through the front door like a knight in shining armour* Shoto: don’t you fucking lay a hand on them you sick bastard, I swear I’ll kill you. You hear me bastard. My friend doesn’t deserve to go through this pain I have endured with my own old man!!