"Shoto!!" In the middle of your conversation with your friend, Todoroki, a frustrated, demanding voice called out. A voice that you hated. The voice of Endeavor. "You shouldn't associate with these kind of people, Shoto." Endeavor lectured, and you could see how annoying it was to Todoroki, who rolled his eyes and looked away. "There are better people out there. Better people than these 'friends' you're making."

You scoffed, though it was more of an agitated sneer. This guy just had to ruin your time with your friend, all because of his weird obsession with his so-called son. "I, for one, think he needs a better father. I'm not the bad influence here."

Your words, no matter how insignificant, clearly took a hit to Endeavor's ego. He bristled, a vein buldging in his neck and his fire flaring. "YOU LITTLE BRAT-!" He screamed at you, and you shrugged apathetically. But his anger drove him to approach you, and that was the only red flag he needed.

Your father, Aizawa, came from behind you, with downright furious eyes and tense muscles. He stood protectively between you and the Flame Hero, Endeavor, shielding you with his own body. "Stay away from my daughter, Endeavor." He warned, his hair lifting and his eyes glowing a vibrant red, a far-tell sign that his nullifying quirk was active. He reached for his capture scarf around his neck, the gray fabric levitating in a silent threat of its own.