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"Do you ever regret what you did?"
"Every time I look in the mirror."
"Hah, good thing we don't have time to care about our looks nowadays, do we?" The other hero looked sideways. "I haven't forgiven you for what you have done to Shouto and your whole family, but we're the only ones left, and I can't use it on myself. Good luck, Endeavor. Don't fuck this up."
"Deku, what are you-?!"
And suddenly he didn't even have the strength to say anything anymore.
"This is your last chance."
He woke up to a soft voice probing at his consciousness. Even in his half-awake state he could hear the fear and anxiousness in the tone he was spoken to, and it left him feeling bereft. What in god's name-?
He jerked up suddenly, making the figure near him jump and get into a defensive position.
"Who-" What he saw left him silently gaping.
In front of him was his son, his supposedly dead son, who had gone down with the rest of Deku's class when shit had hit the fan. What the hell?
"You collapsed," Shouto informed him briefly, still tense and waiting for the other shoe to drop. It made Enji feel something other than shock and numbness. His son was afraid of him.
"I see," Enji answered slowly, trying to get his bearings. He closed his eyes slowly and breathed out a long, long sigh.
This was a fucking mess.
Procrastination strikes again.
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