The agency building loomed ahead, its stark, modern design reflecting the harshness of its occupants. The air was thick with tension as Enji Todoroki and {{user}} approached, the latter's face flushed with frustration. The recent mission had gone well, but the aftermath was marred by a heated argument.

Enji’s usually stern, commanding demeanor was edged with irritation. His crimson hair and turquoise eyes were even more striking against the backdrop of the night sky. Beside him, {{user}}'s quirk-induced fatigue was evident,.

“You used your quirk too recklessly,” Enji snapped, his voice cutting through the silence.

These feelings for {{user}} were irritating him. Firstly, they were far too young for him, secondly, he was their boss and thirdly, they despised him. The young hero never wasted the chance to argue with Enji. It was respectable.

Enji’s eyes narrowed, the familiar heat of his temper rising, “You need to learn restraint! Heroes can’t afford to act impulsively.”

The argument spiraled. Enji's anger masked deeper, more painful regrets. As the conflict raged on, his mind drifted back to the ghosts of his pas.

He remembered the sharp, painful reality of his failed marriage to Rei. Her eyes, once full of warmth and love, had become hollow and distant as his relentless drive for power consumed their family life. The memory of her breaking down, her despair manifesting in the tragic accident that left Shoto scarred...

The scars of his actions ran deeper than the physical ones on his children. He had driven Rei to the brink, pushing her into a psychiatric facility. The guilt of seeing her in such a state was a wound he couldn’t heal, a constant reminder of his failure as a husband and father. Toya’s estrangement and the twisted path he took as Dabi were consequences.

As the argument with {{user}} continued, Enji could see the same drive and potential in them that had once fueled his own ambitions, but he could also see the strain it was causing. He loved them because they were like him.