Hiho, I promised you some Enji with brats didn't I? Let's go.


Quality Father-Daughter-Time?

A phone call early on a regular Tuesday, he thought, could only be from his lawyer. Shoto and Fuyumi both had classes, since the end of year holidays hadn't started yet. Silent Tracker, he knew, had the nightshift last evening and nobody else called regularly.

He would call Nakamura back later, he thought at first. Only when the caller didn't hang up until the call went to voicemail, only for the phone to start ringing again, did he consider that it might be something serious. Quickly he stepped out of the shower, slung a towel around his hips, and walked on his still slippery wet feet to his bedroom to pick up the phone.

It wasn't Nakamura. To his surprise, the screen flashed with Fuyumi's picture and name.

"What happened?" he asked right out of the gate, his voice clearly tinged with frightened worry.

"I need your help," she answered immediately. She spoke in a haste. "Do you have time?"

What kind of question was that? Of course he had time; he was already hurrying back to the bathroom trying to put on his clothes with one hand. His skin was still wet and clammy and stuck to the fabric.

"Of course. Where are you?" he asked.

The last time she had called needing his help, he had found Natsuo on the roof of his dormitory. Before that, his son had been (fake) kidnapped by the League. This, he knew, was also serious. It was ten past eight, a quick look at his phone confirmed. Tuesday. Whatever had happened that made her leave work had to have been bad. Had something happened to Shoto or Natsuo? Maybe their mother?

"Where…?" she repeated, as if confused. "I'm at school." She spoke as if it was obvious.

He stopped in his frantic movement. Then, he continued to button up his shirt instead of rushing out only half-clothed. If she was still at work, maybe it wasn't that bad.

"What happened?" he asked, a lot calmer now.

"I really need you." Her tone of voice… Oh, he knew that one. She wanted something. She didn't speak in a rushed manner because she was worried or hysterical, but because she was on a time crunch. His brows furrowed suspiciously. "There's a trip to the Musutafu National History Museum scheduled for today. They have a really great program for young children, with dress-ups and crafting projects and reenactments…" as she fawned a little more over this museum's kids' program, his hands came to a complete halt at the top three buttons. His hair had already dripped all over the clean white shirt, leaving the cloth over his shoulders wet, because he had hurried so much to help her with whatever emergency she had. And now she was talking about visiting a museum?

"Get to the point," he told her when she was about to tell him of the cute little Samurai costumes and 30 minute calligraphy courses she had seen on the advertisement.

"The kids are really excited about it," she continued, unbothered by his now slightly more impatient tone. Enji doubted any children were actually excited about a trip to a museum, even if it came with dress-ups and reenactments. But maybe he just didn't know children. "But an hour ago both Ohara-san and Matsumoto-san called. They can't come. So, I'm out of adults for supervision."

Oh no. Oh… nonono.

"So, I asked all the other parents, and I found somebody who's willing to help out, but…"

Nonono no.

"I need one more—"

"No."

"What?"

His abrupt answer had obviously caught her off-guard. He could have shown more tact.

"Is that even legal? I'm not a parent of any one of these kids," he asked instead.

"I just need one more responsible adult. I've checked it with the school administration. In any case, you'd just be there for reassurance. Technically, we could…" she paused then, but apparently realized it was too late to take back her words, "I mean technically we could go like that. I just needed one other person, but I have a few children in my class who… might need extra attention, so I'd feel much better with a third adult. Just in case of an emergency."

That was even more of a no. He barely knew how to deal with children even when there wasn't a heightened risk for anything going wrong. Whatever these kids were suffering from, whether it be anxiety, ADHD, autism or whatever, he'd be more likely to be the cause for a fit than anything else. He knew he was intimidating. And if they had a physical ailment, he also wasn't much help. He'd probably say the wrong thing and inevitably hurt somebody's feelings in a moment of carelessness. He could barely talk to adults. Fumihiko the day before had worked fine, but that had been an exception – and in any case, he'd only spent an hour with him, not a whole day. Hardly any time to screw up.

"Dad, it's just as a safeguard. I swear I asked everybody else. Even Azumi. And you just said you had time."

"I thought something had happened," he retorted, a bit of a reproach in his voice.

She sounded regretful when she chuckled. "Sorry about that. So pretty please?"

Enji sighed. She was so hard to argue against when she really wanted something. "Won't your kids' parents object?" To them, he was only a stranger, and he reminded himself, an abuser.

"Nope," she said with certainty. "I have their trust and pretty much a carte blanche on who to ask. They were all very regretful when I called them, and they don't, under no circumstances, want this trip to be cancelled. As I said, the kids are looking forward to this."

He was still doubtful that any of them wanted to go to the museum. Surely, this was just Fuyumi trying to convince him.

"You owe me." She changed her tune when he didn't answer. "I don't think you ever took me to a museum. See it as quality father-daughter-time."

He rubbed his temple with his free hand. Still, he couldn't help but smile a little. "I'd hardly be taking you to the museum. In fact, I think you'd be taking me. And I don't think it counts as 'quality father-daughter-time,'" he made a mock imitation of her tone, "if there are twenty brats walking all over us."

But she had him. He couldn't deny her the favor anymore.

"You asked everybody else?" he asked to make sure.

"I swear," she giggled a little into the phone. "Believe it or not, I even asked the janitor."

Enji let out a short, barking laugh at that. "Alright. Then I guess I should get used to not calling them 'brats' anymore."

"Yes!" She cheered triumphantly. "Can you make it by nine?"

"If I hurry. I see you soon."

He ended the call, then stared at his phone, utterly dumbfound. Oh, what had he just done? This had to be the worst idea Fuyumi had had in— ever! Well, he couldn't just blame her. He had agreed to it.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the small parking lot next to Hanagawa Elementary in Central Musutafu. It was a small school with a quaint schoolyard and an exercise field of twice that size. He didn't know Fuyumi's classroom, so he walked into the main building to ask somebody. Already, he was catching surprised glances from a few kids and teachers on the athletic field where they were doing basic quirk training.

Inside the main building he found the janitor Fuyumi had spoken about. The elderly man looked at Enji quizzically, before seeming to put two and two together. He shook his head, pointing Enji in the right direction. Enji thanked him, quickly moving on and not wanting to lament on whether the head-shaking was of amusement or disapproval.

There was some noise coming from Fuyumi's classroom, more so than the others. He knocked and was startled when the door immediately flung open.

"Finally!" He blinked in surprise, having to look down to see the young girl who had spoken not even reaching his hips.

Third graders, he thought horrified, they're tiny!

The girl even seemed to be one of the taller ones. Blonde pigtails and a bushy fringe reached halfway over her forehead, while her bright red rain jacket clashed abysmally with her poisonous green rucksack, fully packed from the looks of it.

"We've been waiting. All the other classes are already gone, I bet!" she whined, glaring at him.

"Please, let him in, Maki," he heard Fuyumi from the inside.

As he glanced over the girl, he saw her and another woman standing at the front of the class. Most of the students, he realized, were already in disarray, somewhere between packing all their stuff together, unpacking some things to show each other, putting on their coats, or just impatiently standing in the room ready to go.

"No, we have to go!" The girl – Maki – yammered. "We're already late, sensei."

"Just five more minutes," Fuyumi promised, waving them both inside.

With a silent pout, Maki trudged back inside, plopping down on the closest chair. She sat sideways, still with her backpack and all. The other woman in the room tried to ineffectively hide her amusement in a badly feigned coughing fit.

"Please, sit down for a moment," Fuyumi asked. To Enji's mild surprise, the kids followed, though with some grumbling and impatient foot tapping. Two boys in the back row didn't stop whispering over something they held in their hand. When Fuyumi called their names, they looked to the front in irritation, but immediately their eyes widened when they saw him. After a moment of stunned silence, they again started whispering, before finally going quiet. So, those two had immediately recognized him.

"Okay, before we go, please greet Himatsu-san! She's Tobio's mother. And Todoroki-san, here." As the kids sang a chorused 'nice to meet you' for Himatsu and Enji. Enji looked at the other adult for the first time.

She was a middle-aged woman, older than him. Considering her boy was likely not older than ten, she must've had him late. Her grey hair was well-groomed, and her eyes showed a few wrinkles that made her look sympathetic. She had a slender figure and was about the same height as Fuyumi.

"Todoroki-san... Like you, sensei," a girl in the front row giggled almost inaudibly. Her bangs were so long, they formed a dark brown curtain covering most of her face.

Another boy seemed to have heard her. "She said her father would come. You didn't pay attention, Asami!" The boy crossed his arms. "I thought you're such a teacher's pet."

"That's enough, Daiki," Fuyumi interrupted the conversation strictly.

"I paid attention," the girl – Asami – muttered, looking up at Fuyumi. "I knew he'd come, I just…" Even though she apparently spoke with Fuyumi, her voice was still very quiet.

Before Daiki could make another comment, Fuyumi shut him down with a strict glare. The boy – Daiki – leaned back, shuffling with his feet. Brown leather dress shoes, Enji noticed, unlike everyone else wearing sneakers or boots. The boy was dressed in an oddly old-fashioned way. Like somebody who hadn't checked any new fashion trends for the last decade had picked his clothes. There were no horrendous color clashes as with most of the other kids in this class, though, everything just looked old-fashioned. Light brown cord pants, leather shoes, and… was that a button-down shirt on a ten-year-old?

"—it's confusing, though," Maki, still sitting sideways on her chair in the front row, said without raising her hand. She seemed to realize her mistake and put her hand up after the fact.

One of the kids in the back row, who had immediately recognized him as Endeavor, raised his hand at the same time. Fuyumi picked him first. The last time he'd seen anybody with spiky hair like that it had been the Explosion kid from Shoto's class, Bakugou Katsuki.

"Should we call him Endeavor? That would be easier, right? Instead of calling both of you the same…" he was grinning broadly, though Enji didn't feel like he had made a joke. Maybe the boy was just perpetually happy. Enji's eyes narrowed at the boy. He'd rather not be called by his hero name.

"No, Hideyoshi," Fuyumi said kindly, maybe having sensed Enji's discomfort, "I think if you keep calling me Todoroki-sensei and him Todoroki-san, that would be easy enough to differentiate, don't you think?"

Hideyoshi's smile faltered for a moment, before he laughed and grinned again. Perpetually happy, Enji decided. The boy next to him also laughed, while Fuyumi went to grab her jacket and bag. "Well, we should—"

"Endeavor!" A boy interrupted her, "En—Todoroki-san!" The boy looked foreign. European, maybe, but he didn't have an accent. A tuft of wavy ginger hair over a pale and freckled face. "Wanna see my quirk?" He gave a gap-toothed grin. "My quirk is the coolest, it's way cooler than yours. Wanna see?"

"Yuri!" Fuyumi's reproachful voice made the boy duck sheepishly. "You know you can't—"

"But why, Sensei? Everybody else can use their quirk whenever they want. But I never can!" He turned toward Enji as if expecting more understanding from him. "I'm gonna be the greatest hero! You'll see." He was wildly gesticulating with his hands. Enji noticed the odd gloves the kid was wearing, thin and probably not very warm for the outside weather.
Fuyumi looked regretful, but Enji could clearly see that she didn't want to allow it. "You know your quirk is dangerous if you don't take care."

"But I will," Yuri pleaded. "Please! I never get to—"

Enji was curious, now. What quirk did the boy have, that Fuyumi wouldn't allow him to use it. Was it too dangerous to use at all, or was he only allowed to use it under supervision? Unlike adults, children were often expected— if not even encouraged, to freely explore their quirks. At least, most children were. Not every quirk was tolerated.

"We don't have time," Maki whined, dashing to the door and impatiently shuffling her feet. "We'll miss the bus. Come on!"

Yuri was about to say something else when Fuyumi agreed. "Yes, Maki is right. We need to catch the bus. If traffic isn't too bad, we can make a short demonstration when we arrive, okay Yuri?"

She was soft, Enji thought. Maybe the boy really didn't get many chances to show-off, and that was why Fuyumi relented so easily. Yuri immediately perked up, showing a gap-toothed grin.

And then pandemonium broke loose as the kids jumped up and down, saying how they too, wanted to show off their quirks. Fuyumi had only herself to blame for it. Enji doubted it had anything to do with trying to impress him specifically. They just wanted to show off in front of the two adults who didn't know how awesome they were yet. Some kids didn't ask, but most of the class seemed to think that they had some awesome, powerful quirk the adults would be impressed by. Enji wasn't too surprised. Children nowadays were almost all born with a quirk, and if watching Shoto's remedial license training had taught him anything about this generation, it was that they had frightening abilities.

Not having any time for a lengthy argument – and really, after she'd allowed Yuri, what could she do? – Fuyumi relented easily. "Alright, alright. If there is enough time, everybody who wants can show their quirk later. Now, hurry a bit, the bus is waiting."

Shortly afterwards, Fuyumi ushered them all outside. Enji stayed until the last kid left, counting them, and trying to remember their faces.

By the time the twentieth and last kid left, he had already forgotten most of their faces— apart from Maki, Daiki, Hideyoshi, and Asami, who he'd gotten to know earlier. Well, then there was one girl with silver and grey scales covering most of her skin, a thin layer of grey connecting her fingers and gills.

Enji followed the children to the bus station. Fuyumi was leading the group. One of the boys kept alternating between throwing angry glares and admiring, short glimpses at Enji. He couldn't say whether the boy hated or worshipped him. He picked up his name, though: Hayate.

By the time they were all filed onto the bus to drive to the museum, Enji was already thoroughly regretting his choice to join Fuyumi and the class on this trip. He was about to walk to the seat at the far back when Fuyumi, who had taken the front seat next to the driver, waved him to sit with her.

"I already told Himatsu, though I had no time to tell you yet. But you should know just in case something happens." She waited until he sat. "About Daiki," she nodded towards the old-fashioned kid who had taken a seat somewhere in the middle of the bus. Enji saw he had put earphones in, leaning with his head against the window and watching the street as the bus started. The boy didn't seem to care much – or even register what was happening around him.

"I remember him from earlier," Enji said, nodding.

Fuyumi made a face at that. "Yeah…" she shook her head, "his behavior's been improving recently, but that's not what I wanted to talk about. He has epilepsy. It shouldn't be a problem, I think. He takes medication and I've only ever witnessed a seizure once. But just in case, okay? The children know to get me when it happens, but…"

Her voice trailed off a little, and he realized the idea of him having a seizure frightened her, even more so outside of the school.

"Okay," he said easily, not showing any worry. "I know what to do, if something should happen."

Fuyumi looked a little doubtful. Obviously, she was about to explain the first aid steps, when Enji spoke again.

"Fuyumi, I've had very thorough first aid courses before," he reminded her.

He could see the doubt immediately vanish from her face. Instead, she looked almost sheepish. "Yes, right. Stupid, I forgot… Anyway. Other than that, Izumo, the boy sitting next to Maki," Fuyumi pointed to one of the seats at the far back. From where he sat, Enji could only see a head of very pale, blond wavy hair. "He has asthma and an inhaler in his back. And Hayate..." she looked around trying to find him.

"I think I know him. He glared at me weirdly," Enji told her before she'd waste too much time looking for him.

"Yeah, I can imagine," Fuyumi smiled, "he was quite a fan of you after you fought that Noumu. It lasted for about a week. In any case, he has a bad tree-nut allergy. He also has medication, but if something happens, he needs to see a doctor."

"Is that all I need to know?" he asked when she finished.

At that, Fuyumi threw Asami a short glance. The girl sat on the seat right in front of and opposite Enji, alone. The bus was rather big for just the 23 people, so multiple kids had their own bench, but Asami seemed to have purposefully chosen the seat closest to her teacher. Her head was bowed slightly, making her bangs hide even more of her face.

"Yeah that's all," Fuyumi said, calling his attention back to her, before standing up to speak to the class.

"We'll arrive at the museum in roughly twenty minutes. Please pair up with a friend so that if something happens, you know who to look out for and who to stick with, okay?"

At her words, there was a bit of grumbling and mumbling and excited shouting, until all of them paired up. While that happened, Daiki didn't move much nor say anything. Fuyumi seemed to have seen it too— because smiling a bit, she put her hand against her forehead.

"Sensei?" The voice was so small and weak; Enji hardly heard it. It had to have been Asami, but she didn't move her head and he still couldn't see her eyes. "Can I stay with you?"

Fuyumi seemed conflicted, but then she smiled brightly. For what, Enji had no idea. The girl wasn't even looking at her and couldn't see it anyway. "Of course, you and Daiki will just have to stay with me." After a moment, she added under her breath, "That would be for the best anyway."

Enji thought he heard the girl breathe out a somewhat disappointed-sounding sigh, but it was then quickly followed by the tiniest of tiny okays Enji had ever heard.

They were on the road for fifteen minutes, and Enji had started settling in quite comfortably among the children's chatter— thinking that maybe it wasn't so bad after all, when a fight broke out ten minutes into the trip.

"—that's unfair. Maki! You're always cheating at I spy!"

"Not true!" Maki yelled back before the other kid could say more. "I'm just better than you."

Hayate snickered, as if not believing Maki, which prompted the girl to yell at the snickering kid.

"Stop it, Hayate! Besides, Hideyoshi's been making my eyes tear the entire ride!" She pointed at the perpetually happy boy. "I'm not the only one using my quirk." Hideyoshi wasn't even denying it.

Fuyumi shook her head in annoyance. "Of course," she muttered, before leaving her seat to resolve the fight. Enji settled back in his seat once more, hoping they would arrive soon.

Five minutes later, they did. Fuyumi led them all to an empty area in the parking lot, then told the kids who wanted to show their quirks to stand on one side, so she knew who to call for.

"Okay. We have about thirty minutes before the tour. Yuri, do you want to start?"

The boy immediately jumped forward excitedly. Simultaneously, a girl next to Enji laughed mockingly. "If he starts, all the others will just look lame," she told him, without even turning to Enji. She had her arms crossed, watching Yuri with a disgruntled frown.

"You don't want to show your quirk?" Himatsu asked, looking curious.

"Nah," the girl said, looking to be in an even worse mood now. "It's nothing special."

"I'm sure it's great." Himatsu didn't give up so easily. She smiled at the girl kindly.

However, the girl simply turned half-away from her, scowling. "No, I don't wanna show it!" She blushed with angry embarrassment.

She looked a little familiar, Enji thought. After trying to place it, he realized she had similarities with Mt. Lady. He could remember Fuyumi telling him she had a student who was related to her… or something like that. It seemed this girl hadn't inherited the powerful Gigantification quirk, then. Clearly, she didn't like her quirk if she reacted this way to being asked to show it.

One of the other girls, who stood with the two adults, snickered. Why the fish-mutation girl didn't want to show off her quirk, he didn't have to ask. Her quirk was plain to see. Besides those two, Asami had also opted out, as had Hideyoshi and Maki and a few others.

Enji turned his attention back to Yuri. The boy was searching for something in the parking lot.

"Something small," Fuyumi warned in a strict tone. Then, she crouched to pick up a pebble. "That should be enough."

Yuri seemed disappointed, but took it anyway. The parking lot was made of gravel and Yuri used his foot to dig a small hole there. He put the pebble down, then looked at Enji.

Himatsu was nodding at him encouragingly, Enji realized, while Enji himself only frowned in concentration. The boy pulled off one of his gloves. He had a few minor – and not-so-minor – burns along his fingers, especially at the tips. He was what? Nine, ten? And already it would be difficult to take the boy's fingerprints. A fire quirk, he deduced. That would explain why he had bragged to Enji, specifically. Fuyumi had once told him that a student of hers almost set the school on fire. He had the suspicion he'd found the culprit. Well, Enji had done that too in his time.

With a last, now somewhat nervous glance at Enji, the boy poked the stone and immediately retreated. Huh, nothi— suddenly, the stone melted to lava, molding into the sand bed before it quickly cooled down again in the early March air.

Enji stared at the molten stone structure. "What was that?" he asked, stunned. It hadn't taken more than five seconds for the stone to melt completely. Granted, it had been a small pebble, but still.

Two of the other students clapped, impressed, though they all would have seen this before.

Enji turned to Fuyumi, then. "What's this quirk?"

She scratched her neck, answering only reluctantly. "He calls it Combustion Overheat; it almost instantly heats every substance he touches with his quirk activated to the point of either spontaneous combustion or melting point." She threw a side glance at Yuri, who was grinning proudly.

"Almost instantaneously," Enji repeated, disbelieving. "Anything the boy touches?"

"It's powerful!" Yuri bounced up and down. "You're completely stunned!" He laughed triumphantly, as he pulled his glove back on.

Now, Enji understood the meaning of the gloves. If he could so quickly combust or melt anything he touched, the same would count for the gloves. But in case he accidentally activated his quirk, there'd be an added layer of protection before he'd start igniting people. There was an incredible danger to himself and his hands, Enji realized almost simultaneously. His burn scars indicated that he wasn't immune to the heat himself. Still, it was a remarkable quirk, so Enji nodded at the kid without saying anything.

Somebody else spoke, though. "Is it safe?" Himatsu wondered, with a barely-detectable tremor in her voice. Her eyes were wide and afraid. "What if he ignites the school or – Gods forbid – touches one of the other children?" Her terrified eyes searched the children standing around Yuri, obviously looking for her son. "That's dangerous."

Yuri's broad grin immediately vanished. Scowling, he looked at the woman. "I can control it," he declared in a jerky tone. "I wouldn't hurt anybody!"

"He has remarkable control," Fuyumi confirmed, smiling at the boy. "And he knows not to touch anything or anybody when he's agitated."

"What if he's angry at one of them?" Himatsu insisted. "What if he's so angry he'd want to hurt them? Everybody sometimes wants to hurt somebody."

"I wouldn't!" Yuri yelled. "I'll be a hero!"

If Enji had felt any kinship with the boy over almost setting the school on fire, now he felt even more so. People had been afraid of Enji, too. Many quirks could kill a person easily, but the idea that a child could instantly set their classmates on fire was terrifying, he supposed. Even he had been shocked at the idea. It reminded him of Shigaraki Tomura's Decay. Instant kill. Nothing to be done. Incredibly hard to accurately control for hero work, but very powerful.

Himatsu obviously wanted to say more, when a boy with olive skin, dark brown hair, and a stocky build stepped forward, hands in his pockets until he stood next to Yuri.

"Mum, it's alright. I wanna show my quirk next. Can I, Sensei?" He looked to Fuyumi, who quickly nodded.

"Wait, Tobio, I'm not…"

"Mum, watch!" her son interrupted, demanding her attention. He frowned in concentration, staring down at the gravel below his feet. Enji didn't know what he was doing, and then he almost missed it.

His shadow was moving. Folding itself together and forming some sort of structure. At first, he didn't know what he was seeing— but then he recognized the thing as a three-dimensional paper plane… or, well, a shadow plane.

"I know your quirk, darling," Himatsu said, still focusing more on the scowling Yuri. "Shadowstitching is amazing, but your folding technique needs work."

"It's not as good as your Origami," Tobio replied sheepishly, before picking up the plane and throwing it in the adults' direction. The folding really wasn't very even, and the plane flew lopsided, landing at Enji's feet. He picked it up.

The weird, shadow-y material was entirely foreign to him. It simultaneously felt both real and not. He didn't feel like he was touching anything, but it was clearly there— he was clearly holding it in his hand. He tried rubbing his hands with the plane in between, but neither did he feel the plane, nor his own skin underneath.

"It's shadows," Himatsu whispered to him, seeing his confused look. "Actual shadows."

It made no sense to him, but curiously he turned it in his hand. "Do you need this back, boy?" he asked, getting an idea. He glanced at Yuri.

"Huh?" Tobio asked, confused. "What do you mean if I need this back? It's part of my shadow." Indeed, his shadow looked incomplete. Enji realized Tobio's left arm didn't show a shadow anymore.

"I want to see if it can burn," Enji explained. "If it's a shadow…"

"It can't be destroyed as long as there's light," Tobio said with calm certainty.

"Allow me to test it?"

Tobio nodded. Himatsu seemed reluctant, but didn't object. Without asking for further permission, Enji activated his fire, trying to burn the shadow. He didn't go to excessive temperatures, giving up when the shadow showed no change at his fire's regular heat. After extinguishing the flames, Enji couldn't even feel heat radiating off the odd material.

"Yuri, you try!"

Yuri's head snapped up from where he had still been scowling at his feet unhappily. He looked over at Enji in surprise, then glanced at Himatsu in uncertainty.

Apparently, Himatsu felt bad for the kid. "Oh well," she muttered quietly.

Maybe Yuri had heard it, or maybe her and Fuyumi's lack of objection was enough motivation. Quickly he marched forward, took the shadow plane, and put it on the same bit of sand he had used for his stone melting earlier. Both Fuyumi and Himatsu watched him with quizzical expressions on their faces.

The boy took off his gloves, tabbed the plane lightly, and immediately retracted. They all waited excitedly, with bated breath. Only Tobio himself seemed sure that nothing would happen.

A second.

Two.

Nothing happened.

Yuri frowned in surprise, but Enji thought it made perfect sense. He crouched down, placing a pebble under the plane, and waved Yuri over again. "Try melting the pebble through the plane."

"What are you doing, Dad?" Fuyumi asked, walking up to them and crouching beside Yuri. "We don't have that much time. The others want to show off their quirks too, and our tour starts in twenty minutes."

He glanced at his watch. "Just this experiment."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, but she nodded and stepped back again. Enji stayed where he was. He wasn't afraid of some melting stone. "Yuri?" he asked.

The boy looked at him, obviously worried that Enji was staying so close, but he didn't object. Instead, he removed his protective gloves a third time and touched the paper plane right where the stone was under it. Again, of course, nothing happened. The stone was unaffected as was the plane.

"What now?" Yuri asked in confusion and uncertainty.

Enji stood up, pulling the boy with him. "Now, we know shadows don't burn. So all you need is for Tobio here to improve his…" he tried to remember the name of the quirk, "Shadowstitching so that he can fashion you a pair of gloves.."

As they spoke, Tobio walked up to the plane, and the moment his shadow fell over it, the plane seamlessly merged with it again.

"Tobi!?" Yuri exclaimed, excited. "Tobi can you do that?"

Tobio shrugged with a bored expression. "I'm not that good with folding… but I guess I could try."

"But you will do it?" Yuri asked again to make sure.

Tobio just shrugged in confirmation.

Immediately, Yuri whirled around towards Enji, hugging him around the knees with a bright grin. "Thanks, Endeavor," he said, not even catching his mistake when one of the other kids corrected "Todoroki-san" behind him. Enji was utterly stunned, blushing immediately.

As he returned to the adults to watch the other children show off their quirks, he was slightly uncomfortable by the many little smiles Fuyumi gave him. He didn't really feel like he had done anything to deserve them. It was Tobio's quirk and skill that would help Yuri, Enji had just pointed out the obvious.


So, I've been waiting to get into this part of the story for a while. It wasn't always planned to include Fuyumi's class though. (I will explain more about what exactly I planned next week, without havig to spoil stuff). In any case, when I started writing this chapter, I sat down to create Fuyumi's class. There are 20 children, though I didn't develope them all. I however created 12 different child-characters, some of which I later had to cut out because it got really longwinded. Too much. It's still long - it will be three chapters with the class by the end of it - but it was even longer before...

I had a lot of fun making all these children. Maybe you remember that back when Enji was in the hospital around chapter 10 or so Fuyumi talked a bit about some of her students, and Enji gave them all nicnames. I went back, looked at the nicknames and then created some characters around them. Honestly for some of them the names were rather random and didn't offer much, other's I found rather fun to play with. Most of these kids aren't particularly important and some I cut out of the chapters after all. But it was a fun experience anyway. Maybe you'll guess some of them? Or by the end of it, I'll give a short list of who's who.

In any case I have a big exell file with all my oc characters and on there I also write hero names...these kids now all have random nicnames for their hero names like 'the allmight fan', the 'other allmight fan' or 'the kid that almost burned down the school once' which is Yuri of course.