The maid, pale and shaking, rushed into Endeavor's business room. She dropped the opened letter on his desk without explanation and ran back out in tears. Enji Todoroki yelled after her, but she didn't listen as she ran out of the house and to her home. His guest, All Might himself, watched as she left, then turned his eyes back to Endeavor.

"Oh my." He muttered, watching as Enji looked down at the letter.

The hulking man pushed the lip of the envelope down, returning the cracked seal to its former image. His eyes widened as the bloodied katana made itself clear. He swallowed.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He spoke coolly, calm as a brook.

All Might didn't buy it. He had a sneaking suspicion about who would've sent that letter, for he had seen that very katana hanging in a prison that held criminal's weapons. "Is that from who I think it's from?"

Todoroki looked up, his face lighting with flame and his shirt beginning to smoke. "Leave, All Might. Our conversation is done."

He frowned, but Toshinori did as his host commanded. As soon as he was gone, Enji turned the envelope upside down.

Several perfectly folded pictures fluttered to his desk. Each one was one member of the Todoroki family. Him, Rei, Touya, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto. Each picture had been covered in scribbled writing, telling of what he'd done to them. Shoto's young face was barely visible beneath the words.

Rei: abused, neglected, hurt, forced, traumatized.

Touya: abused, hated, pushed, hurt, 'imperfect'.

Fuyumi: left alone, neglected, 'imperfect'.

Natsuo: hated, 'imperfect'.

Shoto: 'perfect', abused, hurt, neglected, traumatized, forced, 'perfect', abused, abused, abused.

His: 'MONSTER'

On the backside of each picture held their names, quirk, and how strong each of them were. Sitting quietly beneath the pictures was a simple little folded piece of paper. Enji picked it up with a slightly trembling hand. He slowly unfolded it.

Inside was a blood stain, the words 'I PROMISED' stamped over the top.

He burned them. His hands exploded in flames, setting fire to his desk and everything else in his immediate area. He couldn't let anyone see these papers. To his horror however, they survived the flames, fluttering to the ground and mocking his power. They landed in a crescent form, and he would have sworn there was a happy little ghost of magical laughter. He reached down, picking up one of the pictures, crushing it in his hand and turning his flames bright blue. As he relaxed his fingers, so did the picture. It was the one of Rei.

'You can't deny the truth' was the obvious message.

He picked up the other pictures and paper, jamming them into a spare folder. He threw it haphazardly into a drawer and locked it. No one could see that. He'd find a way to destroy it later.

As the drawer closed, Shoto looked in through the open door, his eyes widening in shock. "What the-?"

"Leave, Shoto. Do you not have school work to be doing?"

Shoto looked back at his father, noticing his strange behaviour. He gave a small shrug. "Finished it."

Enji waved his hand dismissively, turning away and righting his desk chair. "Then leave. Be with your friends or work on something else. Just leave me be." He ordered, making it clear all further conversation was stopped.

Shoto stared at his father for a moment, before turning and doing as he was bidden. The door closed behind him with a snap as he reached into his pocket to shoot Momo a text on if she and any others would wanted to hang out.

Enji released a shaky breath, sitting down heavily. This small threat shouldn't bother him as much as it did. He'd dealt with worse as the number 2 pro hero in the world. He'd defeated those who could've slaughtered him and his family in moments, brought buildings down on villain underground meet-ups. He was feared and respected.

Then why was it that he could feel a ghost of the child's light form on his chest where he had stood months ago? Why could he hear his young voice, or feel that blade slicing through his arm? He could see those cold green eyes and feel him grabbing his face so they could see each other plainly.

He could see the word 'abused' printed all over his son's face when he had looked through his door.

He was the unbreakable hero, both in mind and body. Stain's Apprentice was a mere child. By all logic, the situation should have been switched.

How could someone so insignificant and low, have such a hold over his fears, and be able to snuff out his life in any moment?

Across Japan, Izuku was laughing as he fought with Endeavor's own son, Touya.

It is said that those cold chills down your spine as you innately know that there is danger is caused by someone 'standing over your grave'. Endeavor knew that Stain's Apprentice was standing over his, and laughing uproariously.

The child was in control. The adult was the puppet. And both knew it.

A/N

And there ya have it. Shortie, just like I said. Next chapter (which skips forwards about a week in time,) may be short as well, but idk. We shall see together.

Sombra, no, I don't get that reference, and no, we are sadly out of relevant deaths in this particular book. Most probably. Don't worry tho. They all do get very angry at Izuku before realizing he's Izuku, and then most of them have to decide whether to continually hold his crimes against him or to join Katsuki in working to bring him back.

Also, if you haven't gotten the message yet, things are gonna get pretty violent with Enji. Just, beware.

I believe that's all! So long lovies!