Shoto sat in his room, quietly pressing an ice pack against the burn on his arm, the sting from the training session with Endeavor still fresh. His small body ached from the intensity, his breaths shallow and quiet.

His older sibling entered the room silently, their eyes immediately landing on the burn. Without saying a word, they moved closer, kneeling beside him and gently taking his arm to inspect the injury.

Their fingers carefully traced the edges of the burn, their touch soft but firm. Shoto stayed still, his eyes downcast as his sibling reached for bandages they had brought with them. The silence between them felt heavy, yet comforting in a way neither of them could explain. They quietly began wrapping his arm, their movements calm and practiced, the only sound being the quiet rustling of the bandage.