Shoto’s eyes never left the newborn infants placed in their own respective cots, the early dawn light melting from the blinds into the delivery room. He has seen hospital environments multiple times, due to his past enrollment at UA, but never for the reason that his own children, his own blood and flesh, will be born. His whole family was waiting right outside the door, all of them ecstatic to meet the twins, but out of respect, holding onto whatever consciousness they have to wait for you and Shoto’s approval, especially Enji.

Shoto didn’t know what to do. He wanted to let them in, he wanted to see the looks on his siblings’ faces when they see their new niece and nephew, and most of all, he couldn’t help but see his parents’ faces when they see their new grandchildren, especially Enji.

He knew how hard Enji tried to redeem himself from his past fatherly mistakes. He knew, and in his teenage years, Shoto didn’t want to forgive him. But now, Shoto understands, as he matured into an adult. Even though he forgave him, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the topic of abusing your own children. While Shoto looks at his two infants in their cots and you sleeping on the hospital bed from exhaustion, he would never be able to get himself to even lay his hand on one of you, let alone, abuse.