Hello everyone, this is my first BNHA fanfic and it was written in Spanish first. I decided to translate it so that other people could read it. Sorry if my English is bad, I am learning. Please leave a comment if you like the story to know that you want to continue reading more of it.


"Endeavor San! ... Endeavor San!"

Hawks' voice calling out to him grew farther and farther away, his vision blurred and he felt his body burn inside. His body weighed and he felt his head fill with air. He had pushed his body to the limit and was about to collapse.

After raising his fist to the sky and clarifying to Hawks that All Might was lifting the other, he felt dizzy so his young companion rushed to help him. Then he only found darkness in his vision. His head ached, he could feel every wound in his body, it burned his chest, he felt the blood leaking from his face and his breathing escaped from his body. He had never feared death, it is part of being a hero to risk your life for others, yet he did not feel ready to go to the other side, he could not go now, he had much to apologize for, had to redeem himself with his family, he couldn't leave now. His heart was beating fast, the faces of his children and his wife appeared in front of him as distant visions, he stretched out his arm trying to reach the image of Shoto and was interrupted by the noise of the ground breaking on his feet and the overwhelming sensation of fall down. He jumped with agitation, raising his arms forward as his vision cleared and he threw images that didn't correspond to where he should be. He brought both hands up to his face and dropped into his executive chair. Was dead? Or was it a dream? His hands trembled and he felt anxious.

He was with Hawks, he had fought with a very strong nomu, he could remember that, he still felt pain in his face. He put a hand to where the wound from his battle should be. There was nothing there, he stood up and walked around the desk that he recognized as his own. He knew very well where he was and that place was his home. Enji hear footsteps in the hallway and then a soft knock on her office door.

"Dad, are you there?"

The timid voice that he recognized as Fuyumi's seemed singularly childish, he opened the door and found himself, yes, with his daughter, but not with the daughter he had seen the last time. He stifled a cry of astonishment in his throat and stood looking at the 6-year-old girl in front of him.

"Fuyumi ..." He said still in a state of trance.

He leaned forward, placing his hands on both shoulders of the minor who confusedly backed away.

"Dad, you're scaring me," he said in a nervous tone.

Enji pulled away, recomposing the posture as the girl cast a glance down the hall where her mother's figure appeared. He couldn't help but be stunned and unreacted when his daughter ran into Rei Todoroki's arms.

"What are you doing out of your bed so late, Fuyumi?" The woman asked arranging a lock of hair behind the girl's ear.

"I was thirsty mom, I went out to drink water and then I heard dad scream ..."

They both turned their attention to Enji, who still didn't understand anything and was very confused. He walked slowly towards his wife who was holding her daughter, the two looked at him a little puzzled. Only then did Enji realize that she was pregnant.

"Are you alright Enji?"

She looked at him with a face of undeniable concern, which made him understand that he was not in the same place as before. This Rei was different, it was like before. A shiver ran through him from head to toe, when she unknowingly ran her palm across his cheek and smiled at him. Her hands were warm despite her ice quirk. He felt his heart beat with emotion.

"It was nothing, I'm fine," he smiled as he took her hand.

"Well then, take Fuyu to his room and see you later in ours" he put the girl in his arms and kissed him briefly on the lips.

The hero of the flames remained glued to the ground, as he watched his wife walk down the hall. Fuyumi patted her face and only then did Todoroki get out of his thoughts. The girl pointed a finger in the opposite direction indicating her room. The father nodded and Fuyumi smiled.

After leaving the little girl in his bed, Enji walked meditatively down the hall, turning the matter over, he wondered if it was all a dream or maybe he was in a coma and it was all a trick of his mind. He pinched his arm to try to wake up, but only managed to get an ugly bruise. Then he remembered an old article he had read online, one of those nights where he had had insomnia, when Rei was admitted to the mental sanatorium. That article said that in dreams there are many signs that you can take into account to realize that you are in one. First you can't read and carry out some simple tasks it feels strange; so he started looking for something with words that will help him understand if he was in a dream. Enji looked at the wall and took a calendar in his hands. He clenched it with both fists and threw it to the ground.

"Got damn!", He murmured, that was certainly not a dream.

Had he then returned to the past? Why? He asked himself confused and his head throbbing in pain. He slid down the wall, sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the wall. Was this a joke from God, or an opportunity to do everything right? An idea flashed through his head like a lightning bolt. He raised his face and thought then that if it was the past his son Touya would be there. Agitated, he stood up and ran to the child's room, opened the door slowly and could glimpse the figure of Touya Todoroki sleeping peacefully in his bed. He walks calmly trying not to make much noise and leaned down watching him rest. Enji's eyes were blurred again, but this time because of the tears that he contained, he ran his hand lightly through his son's whitish hair, relieved to see him again, took his small hand between his that was big and kissed it.

Touya's loss, Rei's insanity, Shoto's traumas, Fuyumi's loneliness and Natsuo's rancor, it was all his fault. Because of his ambition and arrogance, the foolishness of wanting to achieve a goal that ultimately tasted bitter, they had blinded him and made him lose what truly mattered, his family. I didn't know why or understand how it had gotten back to this point. However, it was truly amazing and of something he was sure he would do everything so that this time his family would stay together and happy.

He had to start by compensating his children and wife, he had to be a good father and husband. There was still time to change the whole story.

He left Touya's room with a feeling of relief, he didn't understand what had happened, he was still confused. I walk again down the long hallway of the Todoroki house, everything was so calm and quiet that I could hear the clock on the wall. He did not remember the last time he felt calm about being home. He missed that. Arriving at her bedroom door, she stopped as she put her hand on the cold metal knob. He did not know how to act with Rei, he had not looked at her for a long time, the doctor had told her that she was afraid of him and that he could not see him since his presence altered her. He felt angry with himself, he had been an idiot. Enji had not known appreciate his wife and children. He slowly turned the knob and opened it without making much noise. He poked his face out and noticed that everything was dark, however, he could notice the figure of his wife resting on the bed. He took a few steps slowly, that room was the one he remembered, the one he had shared with Rei. He ran his hand over a piece of fine wooden furniture, his brain seemed to be ecstatic with so many stimuli, he felt his heart begin to race. He look at the pictures of the children in sober wooden frames. Her children whom she always belittled. Children who had not been what he wanted. The children he had pushed aside so he could polish whoever believed his masterpiece. A sound behind him brought him out of his thoughts.

"Enji, what's wrong?" She asked nervously.

He turned quietly.

"It's nothing, keep sleeping, I'll take a shower."

The woman leaned back again and Enji walked to the bathroom. There he stood for a moment looking at his reflection in the large mirror above the sink. It was different. He was younger. He took off the gray shirt he was wearing and felt his skin, where there had been ancient battle scars, there was nothing. He felt dizzy and put his hands on the sink, moistened his face and smiled. Looking at his reflection for the last time. I was happy to be there.