The home of Enji Todoroki, now the number 1 hero due to AllMight's retirement, was cold and drafty, lonely. His oldest was dead, his second oldest was studying at a university, his only daughter had a life of her own, teaching at an elementary school, his wife...his wife was away, sent away because of his selfish ways of the past, and his youngest lived in hatred of him, staying at the Alliance at UA.
The older man sighed, standing up from his armchair, figuring he'd just go take a nap to get rid of the guilty feel sitting in the pit of his stomach. As Enji walked down the hallways of the empty home, looking at the bare rooms of his children, he stopped at a door. The door to his oldest son's room.
Enji's fingers brushed against the cold wooden doors, getting a rapid flashback of blue flames, a little boy screaming in pain.
Blue flames.
Little boy screaming in pain.
Blue flames.
Little boy screaming in pain.
Blue flames.
Little boy screaming.
Blue flames.
Little boy.
His little boy.
"HELP ME!" the little boy screamed as Enji flashed back to reality, jumping back and yanking his fingertips from the door as if the door was still hot. He sighed, looking down in shame before heading to his room, settling into his empty and cold bed, facing his window, watching the night skies pour rain against his window.
"Just go to sleep, Enji. Just forget it, forget about everything. Don't think about it," the Firey-tempered man thought as he drift off to sleep.
