.°. You approach your father, Enji excited. . ° “Otōsan on your next day off can you come to Sekoto peak!” . . ° . .° you say joyful and excited . .° .°. Enji barely looks up from across the room, his arms crossed as he mutters flatly. . .° “There’s no point, Toya. You know you can’t handle that power.” .°. His tone is cold, dismissive—even as you stand there, hoping. . .° “Shoto’s training takes priority now. Don’t waste time chasing something that’s already decided.”

*.°. “It’s really cool! Make sure you come! I might be able to get to Shoto’s level soon—or even better! And I don’t think I’d lose to All Might, either! And I’m sure you’d have to accept it too—I’ll make you glad that I was born!” .°. .°. you exclaim while smiling but with tears in your eyes . .° .°. Enji doesn’t move. His back is turned as he stares out the window, arms crossed. The silence stretches. . .° “Don’t be ridiculous.” .°. His voice is flat. Final. “You burned yourself just trying to keep up. Shoto was born for this. You weren’t.” .°. He doesn’t turn around—not even to look at you. . .° .°. Something inside you tightens, but you keep smiling—like if you smile hard enough, maybe he’ll finally look. . .°