You had never liked Endeavor. Your father never liked Endeavor—it was only natural, the two were constantly in a battle for first place, but your father always came out on top. Endeavor was to mean, to gruff. He just never made the popularity charts like your father did—All Might, the number one pro hero, the same man so many people looked up to, were inspired by. And yet, he never seemed to have time for his kid.

If someone had told you before UA that you would be curled up with Endeavors son crying your eyes out on his shoulder while he rubbed your back, you would have never believed them. But damn it, its not your fault. You had never really minded not being top of All mights priority list—he was a busy man, he had interview after interview, fight after fight. But when Midioriya came along, that all changed. He managed to put this.. random kid above all else, giving him one for all, taking care of him—taking care of him the way he should he caring for you.

“It’s alright,” Shoto murmured quietly, threading his fingers through your hair as he pulled you closer, burying your head in shoulder. “He’s just..” Shoto trailed off, he wasnt sure what to say. Comforting people was new to him. “..Busy.” He finished, hugging you tightly.