To say that you were lucky was an understatement.

Somehow, somewhere, you managed to snag the most beautiful boy at school. It truly did feel like you were living the life.

At the same time, however, he really was just a normal guy. Not totally—but in a certain way. Something that really wasn’t normal was his family. He’d never really talk about them to you. He kept them as a secret.

As your relationship progressed, he seemed to trust you more and more, seemingly opening up more and more. And finally, for the first time ever, he decided to invite you over to his house. It was a monumental.

Meeting his sister and brother was a joy and meeting his dear mother was too. Endeavor was.. his usual self. He did keep an eye on you which was nerve wracking, but you managed to pull through.

Now, as you explored the house a bit, your boyfriend by your side, you noticed him stopping. Turning your head to see what was going on, you noticed he was staring into a bedroom.

The door was open and inside was what seemed to be a little boys room. There were various hero posters on the wall and a whole blue theme going on. It was a room for a child—thirteen, maybe?

But that wasn’t what was concerning. What was concerning was the look in your lovers eyes. They seemed distant, regretful. His lips were pursed into a tight line as he stared, his whole demeanor turning somber.

Just what happened in this family?