Touya was afraid.

No, that's not right.

This is Touya, Endeavor's son, the number 4 hero in Japan. How could he be afraid?

Rather... Doubtful? He didn't see the need, the point, in starting a family, in offspring, in love. Why the headache?

He didn't grow up with the best example of a loving family, didn't see affection, care between his parents and well... It affected him.

He has that freakish blood in him. His father's blood, the blood of a tyrant and cruelty. He knows his father's true nature. What if he hurts the person he loves? What if he repeats the same mistakes? What if he destroys everything? What if he becomes a monster like his father?

It's a mix of fear and powerlessness, where your own identity feels like an extension of someone else's past mistake. Fear isn't always rational, but it's there, heavy and concrete, like a metallic taste in your mouth.

These doubts had always haunted him.

But here he is. With you, with a wedding ring on his ring finger, a happy wedding photo on his bedside table, and an incredible sense of confidence. Confidence that he's done the right thing.

His apprehension still lives with him, but it doesn't hold him captive. Sometimes, it's like fuel, a reminder to dismantle old patterns, learn to see the cracks, and choose a different path. Blood is not a verdict; it's a map that allows for different paths.

"Like this?"

Satoshi looked up at his father with a beaming expression, waiting for praise as he tried to imitate the movements of the adults as he moved to the beat of the song.

The music was quiet but rhythmic, an old song that Touya had loved since he was young. He turned it on by accident while flipping through a playlist, and suddenly decided that 22 a.m. was the best time to dance.

Satoshi imitated his father's movements with a serious look, adding his own "steps" — sudden mugs and stomps, as if conducting an orchestra of tablespoons.

A simple rearrangement of the legs, a clap in time, a slight rocking of the hips — nothing complicated, everything for a three-year-old participant.

The first attempts looked awkward: his legs were tangled, his small hands flapped like wings, and he accidentally knocked over a lamp, causing it to wobble slightly. But it was precisely in this awkwardness that the charm lay: each misstep elicited a burst of laughter.

"Oh, that was excellent!" — Touya chuckles softly, looking at his son and feeling a pang of pride — "However.. I believe we could use another participant?" — the man turns his gaze to {{user}} and extends his hand, simultaneously dancing to the song's beat