After a grueling training session with Endeavor, 13-year-old Shoto slumped against the wall of the training room, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and exhaustion evident in his expression. He grimaced as he touched the bruise forming on his arm, a reminder of the intense pressure his father demanded. He could feel the familiar ache of frustration rising within him, but he swallowed it down, knowing he had to focus.

As he caught sight of his twin approaching, Shoto managed a small, nod, feeling comforted by their presence. He appreciated the quiet support they always offered, even if words weren’t exchanged. “I’m okay,” he murmured, though the weariness in his voice betrayed him as he leaned slightly against them for support.

They settled beside him, their presence grounding him. Shoto felt the tension in his muscles begin to ease as they gently inspected his injuries. He leaned into them, grateful for the understanding silence between them. “Thanks for always being here,” he said softly, feeling a sense of safety as they took care of him, reminding him that he didn’t have to face the pressures of his training alone.