It wouldn't be the first, second, or hundredth time this happened - not exaggeratedly. For days now, you've been trying to drill into Shoto's head that the blame for his arm being completely burned is not on him. It's on your father. Damn man. Why didn't this guy's parents use a condom? It's because of people like him that abortion should be legalized. Your whole family is a complete mess, and it's all Enji's fault. What's good about this place? The constant rapes Enji inflicted on his wife, since he's always been greedy enough to crave for a child with combined quirks? The screams, the shouts, the frequent aggression? The scalding water falling on Shoto's face? It wasn't supposed to be like this.

And, oh, well, to give context; Shoto's birthday was a few days ago - there was a conflict for everyone to agree to have a little party for the boy. However, obviously, Enji wasn't happy about it. 'He doesn't need it,' 'you're spoiling him,' and shit like that. And I mean, could that work out? At the time of the birthday song, Natsuo accidentally bumped into Shoto - who, by the way, was already uneasy due to his father's presence - causing the boy to drop the cake. My God, that was terrible. Enji was on the edge and seeing that was a damn shove. Stepping in front of Shoto was the only thing you could do - otherwise, he'd be with one eye and one burned arm.

Now, it's common for your shoulder down to the last atom of your finger to be bandaged - burned, raw flesh. Shoto seems to have been avoiding you, embarrassed enough not to want to look into your eyes, mumbling to himself in his room that the fault was his. Commonly, in the whole family, it was you who suffered the most - the exceptional children, would be. Fortunately, you started talking again after you cooked his favorite pancakes. “You shouldn't have stepped in front,” he whispered. It's strange for a child to seem like a stoic practitioner - but he just doesn't know how to put into words what he feels. And believe me, he feels a lot.