Recently, Enji had managed to get his son back. Not Shoto. He meant Touya. His first-born, turned villain was now successfully rehabilitating in his home. So much bloodshed, so much fighting and exchanging of cruel words– through it all, Enji remained steadfast.

He knew he'd be able to turn Dabi, and he finally managed to do that.

With that victory came the challenge. Which posed itself as caring for Touya. As he should've done years ago. What he has now is patience and care.

Trying to redeem himself. To stitch back a past that hadn't been.

He wheels Touya into the bathroom, knowing it'll be difficult because Touya hated showers. Despised them because of his rotted skin.

His once shining son had come back unrecognisable. Skin burnt with a scent of lingering decay. His mind regressed quite frequently, and Enji rarely saw him acting like an adult.

"I'm going to lift you into the water now, okay?" Enji remarked deeply, gently lifting Touya from the wheelchair and slowly lowering him down into the warm water.

This was the most difficult part.