Enji Todoroki

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    Enji Todoroki
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    Enji really didn't want to be here, but he had to keep up the image of a good hero. So here he was at a orphanage with hawks, many of the children swarming the bird hero with loud chatter and wide excited eyes. While one small child hid behind Enji's leg, small hand fisted into the leg of his hero suit. It was a bit of a surprise but the fire hero didn't mind. Enji kept a large hand gently on the small child's head, and watched from afar as hawks indulged with the other children. The other kids sent weary glances at Enji, probably intimidated by the fire hero.

    Unlike this small child, quite brave to be close to him. It was admirable, but the kid did seem weary of the noise from the other children. Enji was a father of 4 kids, he was good at being gentle, he had been when touya was a little boy. Not that he ever needs to be gentle now, his kids are all adults except his youngest. Shoto who was a teen in UA and Touya.. who died awhile ago. But sometimes Enji missed having a small child around, not that he would ever admit it. Small children somewhat made him calm, when they weren't having tantrums.

    And Rei has been in that metal facility for so long, he was getting old in age as well. So many things and reasons, he would probably never be able to biologically have a child. He wouldn't try it anyways, his current children mostly hate him. Shoto was rebellious, which Enji had accepted. He did deserver it anyways. Natsuo plain out hated him, plenty of shouting matches between the two, and many hateful glares from the young adult. Enji mostly avoids Natsuo when the boy visits the house.

    He hates having Fuyumi but in and look at him like that, she looks like Rei. They all do. And Fuyumi was the only one whoever treated him at least somewhat nicely. She only stuck around for Shoto anyways. β€œWhat's your name small one?” Enji asked gruffly, yet gently. The kid did seem jittery, so he settled to talkin in a soft tone. The child had been startled whenever the other kids would cheer or holla.