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[Cutter also didn't exactly introduce himself and they haven't really spoken that much. Unfortunately for him, he's Kirishima until he corrects Shouto.

He pads out of his house, throwing a light on, before nodding at his classmate.]

You got here faster than I expected.

I was trying not to make you wait. [It comes out before he can think better of it and change his words into something less caring-sounding like 'I had nothing better to do'. Shrugging at the bad feeling of his mess-up he shuffles his feet and steps a bit closer, hands jammed into his jacket's pockets.]

...I didn't think you'd be the type to have trouble in paradise.

[His brows are furrowed and his voice carries a hint of worry that also shines in his eyes.]

[He tilts his head slightly as he considers that. Tough guy's actually kind of thoughtful. Weird.] Thanks.

... I don't really talk about my family situation a lot. Especially not at school. It makes sense you thought everything was fine.

I guess. [He shrugs at the explanation, not really feeling it.

Wanting to hide your weaknesses makes sense, sure. But shouldn't you also want to speak with your friends about it, if you already cannot do it with your family?]

So. What gives? It's gotta be somethin' bad if you don't want to even hint on it over the net.

[It's better this way, he thinks. Better to dump it all off on somebody who isn't connected to him at all rather than somebody who might try to fix it. Silver knows he's not close to his father, but he doesn't know why, and he's content to keep it like that.]

It's not as bad as you're probably expecting. My old man is a controlling fucker. I have three siblings I barely know because he was busy grooming me to be his pageant child.

[He crosses his arms in front of his chest and whistles, not at all impressed with what he hears. What kinda parent isolates their child from their own siblings, especially if they're all living together in the same house?!]

Not as bad- If you call that kinda parenting 'not as bad' then I don't wanna be there when you find something that's bad! Seriously!

[He shakes his head, disbelief clear in his voice.]

I wanna say you're bullshitting me, but you know that'd explain an awful lot about you being well [have an awkward gesture followed by a head-tilt and a telling look] you. I guess your mom didn't stop him?

[The worst kind. His gaze flickers back to his house for a moment.]

I wasn't physically abused. [But the emotional abuse was uncomfortably real growing up.

There's a soft huff at the gesture, but he can't disagree. But he does tense up when his mother is mentioned. She's doing as much as she can, but she's a small woman.]

She tried. But he's bigger than her. [Shouto wasn't physically abused, but his mother... He let's that hang for a moment.] If he wanted something done, it was going to happen.

That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. [He gives him an unreadable look and shrugs his shoulders. Cutter isn't here to judge, he is even pretty sure Todoroki wouldn't like it if he tried to get all uppity and justice-this and fairness-that on him.

At least he takes getting his weakness pointed out like a man. It's something that speaks for the other redhead, in Cutter's mind.]

Is he still doing it?

[Todoroki has been speaking in past tense, but it's hard to say what that means with how little they know of each other.]

[He falls silent. Did it hurt? Emotionally, yes. But he's pretty sure it hurt his mother much more.]

He tries. I can usually avoid him now. He's been busy with some bigger name movies so he's not home often.

[He leans on the fence, trying to look nonchalant.]

Huh. I guess that's a step in the right direction for everyone involved. Once you're famous it'll be easier for you to get independent and maybe get your mother and siblings out of it too.

[He pauses, thinking for a moment. He isn't going to press Shouto to share any more than he wants to with him, but after so much honesty he feels like he owes him something in return.]

My birth parents tossed me away the day I was born.

That's why I've been working at acting. ... My siblings are fine, my shitty old man never bothered them.

[Shouto was the "masterpiece" child, and got the brunt of his father's attention.

And then he looks bewildered when Cutter decides to share. It takes a moment before he manages a reply.]

You didn't have to share if you didn't want to... Do your adoptive ones care about you?

[Leaning a bit forward, he grins.]

You bet! I can't say that I'm happy with having been an orphan and the years I spent more or less homeless weren't that great either [he draws little airquotes when he mentions having been homeless because the orphanage hadn't been a bad place as far as orphanages go. It just couldn't replace a real home or a family of your own.] ...But I consider the people who picked me as their child a real lucky catch, in the end. So ...It's been worth it, I guess! Even though uncle Ben's in the mafia!

[Laughing brightly he twirls around on one of his heels just to rub a finger over his nose dramatically.]

-and now you may guess how much of that was true, Mr. Actor!

[Shouto doesn't lean back, but he lets Cutter into his personal space for the moment. He listens quietly and hums thoughtfully.]

... You don't seem like the type that would lie.

[Even as out there as half of that sounded.]

[His smile freezes for a moment, the corners of his lips dipping downward before he has himself under control again.]

Haha, no? I'll take that as a compliment!

[Real men don't need to tell any lies. But he isn't a man yet.]

How do your siblings treat- nah, how do you get along with them when you meet?

[At least those things completely miss Shouto's notice.]

... We don't really talk. We're like strangers.

Do you like that?

Not knowing them?

[...]

That's just how we grew up.

Yeah, but do you like it? How things are and how you feel about them are two different things.

[He watches him curiously, wanting to learn to understand him better.]

[It takes him a moment to actually respond.]

Even if I think it's frustrating, I can't do anything about it.

Huh. Can't you?

[He holds out his hand to Shouto.]

Give me your phone for a moment.

[He'll hold it out, but the only people who are registered are Silver, Yukine and his Mom.

There are the people in Retrospec, but they're not technically in his contact list.]

[He takes it and balks at his blank the contact list is for a heartbeat, eyes darting up to give Shouto a disbelieving look that also carries the smallest hint of pity, because goddammit man, that's even less that he'd thought!]

Here. Call me when you feel lost or just want to talk.

[That's not a very manly offer, but it's one he feels is right to extent. After all they're classmates and both stuck in this together, right? When he hands the phone back Shouto has a contact more, email, phone number and all.]

[He's really not the social type. It's unfortunate, but he's not the kind who goes out of his way to make friends. Just a few is fine by him.

So he blinks when he gets his phone back and looks briefly baffled.]

... You might get a lot of calls.

I don't care!

[He blinks and leans back, clearing his throat. God, at least he didn't grip Todoroki's hands like a total sap.]

What I mean to say is... I really... Don't care. I offered so you take it, 'kay? Sorry I made fun of your lack of friends before.

[Shouto actually does lean back at the outburst.

More intense than he was expecting. Or used to.]

... Alright. It's a deal.

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