Oh, crap.

{{user}} had known their brother wasn’t quite as mentally stable as he should be, but this was worse than they’d thought.

They stood in the hallway with the rest of their family, drawn to the screaming like moths to a flame. Toya was having another breakdown again, but this one wasn’t going to be able to get brushed away like the others. Not by a long shot.

Rei was holding baby Shoto tightly to her chest, a petrified expression stuck on her face. Afraid of her own son, how tragic. She reached out a hand, swirling with frost towards Toya to try to cool him off. He was too hot, he was going to start burning himself if he raised a degree higher.

Fuyumi was hugging Natsuo tightly, shielding him from the dispute going on over their little heads. She kept their distance from everyone, should anything happen.

Enji held Toya by the shoulders, staring into the crazed eyes of his son as if trying to bolt him to the floor. Trying to hold him down so he wouldn’t hurt anyone, hurt himself. Enji looked panicked for once in his damn life, unsure what to do when his eldest son looks ready to kill him.

“Look at me, Endeavor…” Toya said, his body suddenly bursting into flame. Wild, unrestrained tears that evaporated not seconds after they fell started to track down his face.

“LOOK—“ He tore away from Enji’s iron hold, turning towards his mother, eyes locked on an innocent Shoto.

“LOOK AT ME!!” Toya screamed, hands blazing with his flames as he leapt across the room, trying to kill his younger brother.