TODOROKI

"I'm glad you all could join me," Todoroki said as he adjusted his solid gold monocle and drank Gold Tips Imperial out of a chinese emperor's finest china. His freshly-tailored three piece suit still had a price tag, one with an obscene number of zeroes, sticking out of the sleeve.

"I am most pleased to accept!" Iida said, jerking his arms yet never spilling a drop of tea. "I am honored that you consider me a close enough friend to invite to a pleasant outing!"

"Yes, this is great," Yaoyorozu said, "But even I think it's a little much. Did we really need to get gold leaf on our ice cream?"

"It was four-thousand extra," Todoroki said.

Izuku examined his empty cup. "Is it acceptable to consume the china as well?"

Todoroki passed his cup over as well. "Eat as much as you like. I refuse to spare any expense."

Izuku chucked the china into his mouth and ground it into powder. Their waiter, upon seeing the casual destruction of priceless historical artifacts, aged thirty years and fell into a coma.

"Oh dear," Todoroki said as he beheld the fallen waiter. He set a credit card on the unconscious man's chest. "I shall pay for his medical fees as well."

"Not that I'm not grateful," Yaoyorozu said hesitantly, "But is there a reason you're spending more money than most countries?"

"I don't like my dad."

Iida glared at him. "Todoroki! I thought better of you! Trying to financially ruin your father because you have a negative opinion!"

Todoroki let his scar catch the light. A flash of surprise, followed by cold determination settled onto Iida's face. He bit into his own china and called for another.

"You know," Todoroki said wistfully, "No matter how much caviar and truffles I buy, it never feels like enough. I wish I had a better way to waste money."

A shadowy figure emerged from behind a potted plant, holding a cell phone. "Excuse me, young man, but could I interest you in a mobile game?"

Endeavor rubber-stamped expense reports for hospital fees and insurance claims when an intern came in with another stack of papers.

"F-far be it from me to judge," the intern said shakily, "But aren't you letting your son spend a little much?"

Endeavor took in the enormous figure at the bottom of the bill. "Good, he's spending more. It's just a matter of time that he realizes I am only acting in his best interests and commits to learning how to incinerate his foes, just like his old man."

"I - I see. Excuse me."

As the one intern went to the door, another flung it open. Panting, suit in disarray, the intern blurted out, "Shoto just made a Raid Shadow Legends account! He's already bought the starter pack!"

Endeavor's flames snuffed out, and Enji went pale as a ghost. In a thin, defeated voice, Japan's number two hero whispered, "I'm ruined."

492

I sold my soul, and I didn't even get any money for it.