Song of Fire and Broccoli

by ashika pl

It started as a self-indulgent story in which Endeavor is not only Izuku's dad, but also has to raise him, since Inko died, and ended up as a monster of a story about Enji becoming a Good Dad (tm) to everyone who can't run fast enough, and in which everyone gets a cookie in the end. Be warned: 1) Shigaraki's cookie is very Special, 2) Touya's very small, but still is (sorry, Touya

48. The End

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"Hello again," said Shouta smiling gently, his eyes as warm as when he was looking at the kids he helped Enji raise. Even cats couldn't elicit this particular expression on Shouta's face. "I decided to accept the offer to take time off here."

"He brought a pile of reports and homeworks with him," added Enji.

Kurogiri went from slightly nervous to familiarly stiff. An audible sigh was uttered.

"Are those in that bag?"

"Yes," said unsuspecting Shouta.

The bag was warped away.

"Hey," said Shouta though the grin betrayed him. "You can't do that. That's stealing. You don't want to be a villain anymore."

"I will bear being a villain if it means helping you regain a look of not a failed Noumu."

"Hey, that is unbelievably insulting. I did not expect I would be treated like that here."

"Bullshit," said Enji. "If you did not want someone to take proper care of you, you shouldn't have ever befriended any of us."

"My mistake."

They sat down around the table. An amazing scent of roasted meat - pork loin if Enji saw properly - was filling the air.

"Tea again?"

"Maybe a beer, since this is off-time?"

"Great idea," agreed Enji.

"I could mix you something with beer."

"With beer?" asked Shouta curiously.

Kurogiri's mist was getting thinner and thinner, a sign of him feeling more and more comfortable, and Enji could see a proud smile on his older now face.

"Yes. You don't really like it sweet, right, Shouta?"

"No," agreed Shouta.

"You like ginger, right?"

Shouta smiled, the realization obviously dawning. "But please, without the cream."

Kurogiri paused in his movements. "I was... much too old to keep behaving like I did."

"Yep, kept telling you that." Enji could see visible happiness lighting up Shouta.

"I... probably won't ever recover most of the memories," said Kurogiri, now a little sadder. "But I remember enough now."

"I hope you like them," said Shouta softly.

"...There was an awful lot of thinking about sex back then."

Shouta snorted at that. "Yes. That was horrible."

"You never struck me as a person who would have any problem with that particular thing."

"Oh, no, what I meant, it was horrible to listen to you sometimes. Especially around Hizashi. But, apparently, this is my curse. You, Nemuri, Hawks. At least I hope at least you grew out of it." There was a hesitation in Shouta's voice as he said the last sentence, realizing what he had just said. "Sorry. That was very thick of me to say that."

"Don't tread lightly around me, Shouta. I prefer honesty to worried glances."

"Sorry for Hizashi. He really cares but he sometimes can't look out of the cloud of his emotions."

"It's okay. I am happy he still cares, after all those years."

Kurogiri served them their beers, Enji's with fruits, honey, and vanilla, Shouta's with ginger, lemon, and vodka, and Kurogiri got back to shredding vegetables for their salad.

"He wants to visit you again. It's just, we barely got back from here, and he, unlike me, isn't completely smitten with the perspective of being far from literally everyone, with no phone and social media working. Also, this beer is amazing. And where is your handsome-looking child?"

"He wanted to give us some space," said Enji. "But have no doubts, he told me I am to call him the moment Kurogiri gets too distressed."

"That child," murmured Kurogiri half-fondly, half-exasperatedly. "As if Shouta could ever be a bad company to me."

"So, how are you feeling? With the changes? The collar is gone, I see," asked Shouta, a warm smile on his face. Enji did not think he ever had seen Shouta keeping a smile for such a long time. He was probably going to strain some muscles with how little use they usually saw.

Kurogiri hummed. "It's actually not that different... but my skin is more sensitive. It really makes you feel more alive. And... I no longer look like a child."

"The face looks pretty handsome," said Shouta.

Kurogiri smiled under the veil of his mist. "Thank you. It isn't bad."

"You kept golden eyes."

The mist got slightly thicker. "Well..." murmured Kurogiri worriedly.

"It's for Oboro, right," said Shouta gently. "This is how you always looked like for him."

"You were always so perceptive," said Kurogiri softly. "Yes. This is who I have always been for him. This is what I looked like when he was small, and crying, and scratching himself, and waking up in the middle of the night terrified. I don't mind a little thing like the color of the eyes. But don't tell him."

"Of course."

"But I do really like the mist. It was giving me a minimum of privacy and freedom. All for One couldn't see my face, even when I was sad or distressed or pained. And I could cover myself in it during the Doctor's surgeries and he had to put me to sleep to be able to work."

"Otherwise he would do it on you fully conscious?" asked Shouta, anger in his voice.

"Well, I was much more resistant to pain than... a normal person would but still it was extremely unpleasant."

Shouta turned his face away, eyes dark, lips tightened.

"So I really have come to like it. And, it is a little cool."

Shouta smiled. "It is, I have told you." Then he went graver. "Kurogiri... All for One has made you do horrible things. I can only imagine how it feels to have to live with that. It can crush you, now that you have time to think about it properly. Don't let it happen. Talk to us. Come to us. Whenever you feel horrible, whenever it feels too much. We'll help in any way we can. We'll take you to a therapist. Don't let it destroy you, please."

Enji nodded. They had spoken about it with Shouta before. "Shouta is right."

Kurogiri turned to them and they saw happiness emanating from his face. "Thank you. I am blessed to have met you. But worry not. I have people to live for."

"Good," said Shouta. "Still."

"Of course."

"Ah, right, we brought you a gift. Which is in the bag you kindly warped away."

"Ah." The bag reappeared.

Shouta opened it and put the box on the table. "You can open it now if you wish."

There was a pause as Kurogiri swiftly cut through the tape and took the lid off. In silence, he examined the shirts, pants, and yukata brought by them.

"They are beautiful. And a purple shirt too. I haven't worn a yukata in years. It looks so comfortable."

"Yukatas are the best," said Enji.

"Such a pretty pattern too. And the material. I love it. Thank you," he bowed to them. "I shall wear it immediately if you don't mind."

Shouta grinned. "We don't. And-" he yawned.

Kurogiri frowned. "And you, my dear friend, are going to bed after we eat."

"Hey, I thought we could have some drinks."

"Bed."

"God, now there is two of you."

888

Enji was sitting on the loveseat with his book, Oboro's feet on his arms now since Kurogiri had made the mistake of scolding him for 'making Enji smell them'. Some personality this boy had, that was a fact. Kurogiri was in the mansion most of the time, cooking and looking after Shouta, which mostly meant warping him to bed all the time. Oboro and Enji were spending a lot of their time there too but the boy still stubbornly claimed his dad needed some time only for himself and his childhood friend. And Mon-chan also preferred here to the - boring for him - residence. Recently the doggie befriended the two local foxes so now the air was filled with barking and those weird noises happy foxes made. Honestly, sometimes Enji wished they were in the mansion after all, considering how loud those little happy critters were.

"Have you noticed how Eraser Head looks at Dad?"

Enji blinked, torn away from the description of the rebellion of humans and their n'gari guardians against mer.

"He is happy his childhood friend is alive? That must have been traumatic to have lost him, at such a young age too."

Oboro snorted. "I have a couple of friends and I don't look at them like that."

Enji stared at the boy, uncomprehending.

"You told me he is aroace like me, right?"

"He is," agreed Enji. "He told me so and I have never seen him or- No," he stated firmly. "I don't think so, Oboro."

"It sure does look like that to me," said Oboro. "You don't normally look at people like he does."

"He is just extremely happy."

"Tell me, have you ever seen him looking at other people like this?"

"At my kids?"

"Exactly, your kids are family to him. Which means he cares about them deeply."

Enji shrugged. "Well, he cares deeply for Kurogiri."

"You better be right. Cause if he is in love, and I know Dad isn't interested in things like that, then things will going to get ugly, one day, and they both are gonna be really hurt. Dad thinks he has a good friend now and when things won't work for Eraser Head and he'll leave, Dad's gonna be devastated."

"I think you're delving too far into some would-be scenarios."

"Would-be scenarios..." repeated Oboro, his eyes suddenly unseeing. "Right. You're right," he murmured.

Oh, no. "What are you planning?"

Oboro shrugged. "I'll just check possible outcomes."

"Oboro, this is their life-"

"This is my Dad, and I am going to make sure he won't be ever hurt again and you can't stop me."

Enji sighed. "Can you at least share with me what you intend to put into motion after you check the futures? A second opinion, you know?"

"Fine. Oh, hello, Dad."

Kurogiri froze for a second like he always did since Oboro started calling him that.

"Brought you lunch," he said in a clearly moved voice.

Enji did not attempt to hide his soft smile. He felt no reason to pretend that the development towards a more typical parent-child relationship that was happening between those two didn't fill him with joy.

"Ah, fried cabbage," murmured Oboro inhaling deeply.

"You really love your cabbage," chuckled Enji. "As if your feet weren't bad enough."

"Shut up."

Kurogiri visibly hovered around.

"Kurogiri?"

Oboro paused and looked up at them from his plate on which he put a portion big enough for a man like Enji.

"It's just..." murmured Kurogiri. "It's Shouta."

Enji felt Oboro's eyes on himself. "What about him?"

Kurogiri sighed but there was a smile on his face. "He's just... so genuinely happy to see me. Every time I look at him, he is just happy to be in my presence. That makes no sense."

"I don't understand it either," agreed Oboro, after shooting 'I've told you so' look at Enji. "You forbid people their coffee and innocent snacks and try to make them sleep the moment Sun touches the horizon."

"Please do forgive me for caring."

"Maybe Eraser Head likes you," said Oboro instead.

"Yes, I have suspected as much," laughed Kurogiri.

Oboro groaned. "As in 'finds the perspective of a relationship with you enticing', Dad."

Kurogiri stared at his boy. "Don't be ridiculous. He is a friend."

"Do you hate the idea?"

"Don't be ridiculous," repeated Kurogiri firmly. "There is no basis for him to fall for me. ...are you trying to, as they say, hook me up with someone now, Oboro?"

Oboro shrugged. "Why not? Don't you want a nice husband or wife?"

"Again, you're being ridiculous," murmured Kurogiri, his mood suddenly sourer than before.

"Why? You're awesome, Dad. You told me there used to be plenty of people interested."

Kurogiri sighed. "Plenty of young people interested in having sex with a nicely clothed, mysterious, probably well-off man. That is something else."

Oboro just hummed, his head tilted. "Okay. But one day you might meet someone who wants something more, Dad."

"Then I shall... think about it."

"You do that, Dad."

Kurogiri said his goodbyes and warped back to the mansion.

"I told you so," said Oboro.

"It means nothing," argued Enji, eating his own portion of delicious cabbage with kielbasa and bacon and tomatoes and... plums? Anyway, delicious. "But it's sad Kurogiri finds it weird to have friends enjoying his presence..."

Oboro shot him a look, and Enji recalled Kurogiri wasn't the only one... shaped that way by All for One. Oh, how Enji hated the man.

They ate in peace and went back to their books until a green figure shot through the air and landed by their shack.

"Hey, Dad! Good morning, Oboro-san! Hey, Mon-chan!" Izuku beamed at them and petted the happy doggie. Oboro lazily got off Enji's legs where he was sprawled and went back to the shack, a single wave the only greeting Izuku got. He was such a brat sometimes. Oftentimes, actually.

"How do others like the place?" Enji asked hugging his beloved broccoli boy.

"How do you think, Dad? They love it! Kacchan already has a bounty on his head in two holds though," chuckled Izuku. "And Shouto-nii is disappointed you can't change your species."

"You can't?"

"No, apparently it would be speciesist since there are actual species like that in the real world. They found it offensive."

Oh, Enji did not think about it, though it did make sense if there were actual catpeople or lizardfolk out there.

"You left them?"

"I sent them to Kurogiri, he said he didn't mind. But I forbade them to come down here."

"They can fucking come, I don't care!" came a snarl from the hut.

Izuku grinned at that but then his smile faltered a little. "I, actually, wanted to speak with you, Oboro-san."

"Then get your green ass inside," responded an irritated voice.

"Oboro," sighed Enji. "You know Izuku does not deserve such an unpleasant behavior."

Silence responded while Izuku smiled at Enji. "Hey, Kacchan is my boyfriend, have you forgotten?"

"Have you just compared me to him?" came the snap.

"Don't be stupid Oboro, no one is as annoying as Katsuki."

"Dad."

Izuku headed to the hut and Enji turned back to-

"You can come inside too, Dad."

Thank God, deep inside Enji was burning with curiosity about what could possibly Izuku want. Knowing his boy something very kindhearted and very hazardous. Oboro was lying with his book on the bed now but his eyes were on Izuku. Face, as usual, had its mask of irritation and slight disdain for everyone and everything but Enji knew him well enough by now to see an actual concern. And no wonder - Izuku's face was too serious for it to be something like 'Could you get us daedric armors? Or 'could you give us some useful Quirks?'.

"Dad told me... that you had let him see his son's, Touya's, soul before he moved on..." started Izuku slowly, his voice sad and hesitant.

The disdain and irritation were immediately wiped away from Oboro's face. He sat up on the bed, book thrown aside. "Yes," he simply said, eyes drilling into the emerald ones.

"I know this is using your power for little things..."

"Just ask."

"Could I... see my Mom's soul, just once?"

Ah.

Enji never thought of this possibility. Some father he was, never realizing his Izuku finally had a chance to say a proper goodbye to his Mom, taken away from him so abruptly.

"Of course you can," said Oboro immediately. "I have learned how to do it. We can do it this very moment if you want. But I can wait if you want to prepare yourself," he added quickly. "But I'm afraid I'll have to be nearby the whole time."

"It's okay. If we really could do it now..."

"Of course."

Oboro's eyes moved to Enji's. "We're gonna be gone for a second."

"Zuku," said Enji, unsure what could be said. And when he realized no words were appropriate he just kissed his boy's forehead. "Take all the time in the world," he whispered.

Izuku nodded, his usual smile completely gone, looking nervous and determined and so sad, and then he turned to Oboro. And they disappeared. Enji closed his eyes, feeling the tension and worry and, for some reason, guilt filling him. What if she had had told him about Izuku? What if she hadn't had to work? What if she... had been alive? What if she could be brought back? What if?

He heard the slightest sniffle and opened his eyes, to see Izuku back by his side. His whole face was wet and his eyes red.

"Zuku, love!" he was already taking him into his arms, lifting him from the shack's floor, trying to embrace him the best he could. "Zuku, my love."

"I'm okay," sniffled his child, tears falling. "I'm okay, Dad. It's just. It's just."

"I know," he said, his heart breaking.

Izuku buried his bushy head in Enji's chest, saying no more. They stayed like that for a long time, Enji keeping his purest, sweetest boy tightly in his arms, kissing his hair, stroking his back, saying nothing since there were no words that could be said. Oboro stayed outside but kept glancing worriedly at Izuku.

Finally, his boy pulled away a bit. "'M okay now, Dad," he said in a voice still hoarse but with a small, a little sad smile.

Could he ever be okay, really, without his Mom?

"Mom... said she was very proud of me. Said she..." He blinked some more tears away. "...she wished she could be there and see everything for herself... But she said she was very proud and very happy that I have the life I have." He looked Enji in his eyes. "And she said to tell you... that she was wrong about you. She said that she could see in me that she can go on peacefully, that she doesn't have to worry she leaves me to you."

Now it was Enji's eyes that filled with tears. "Don't think about me now, Zuku. It's not about me," he whispered.

888

They were standing on top of the debris, the dust still floating in the air. Enji's keen sense of smell recognized the horrible odor of death – blood, urine, vomit, excrement, trickling from between the pieces of the blown-up building. Enji had not seen this exact scene for many years, had not seen it since it had been transmitted on the television, so long ago, but he remembered every single detail of it. His heart was pounding in his chest, his teeth gritted and he had to force himself not to clench his fists, since his Izuku's hand was in one of them.

A familiar figure appeared floating above the rubble. Sparkle blinked and started looking around frantically, then his eyes stopped on Enji and Izuku.

"Enji?" He blinked again. "Zuku?" He frowned. Right, Izuku was all big now. "Am I in a coma?"

Enji came here prepared. He repeated all the words in his head many times but now his throat was parched and constricted.

"Yeah, I must be in a coma," murmured Sparkle to himself. "I think there was an explosion?"

"Dad," Enji heard Izuku's quiet voice. "Dad... you died." The end of the sentence was choked. Enji gathered every single shred of his self-control and willpower to force himself to speak so that his Izuku didn't have to.

"We... came from the future," he said hoarsely. Sparkle looked at them with wide eyes, evidently not understanding or believing. "A friend of ours... has an amazing Quirk. He brought us here... to say goodbye." The last words he whispered, barely able to talk anymore.

Sparkle kept looking at them, the shock slowly giving way to sadness.

"You... you came to say goodbye to me before..."

"Before you go on, Dad," said Izuku. "There is reincarnation in our world, we know now."

"We'll-" Enji choked but again forced himself to continue. "We'll-" No, he couldn't say it. He couldn't. "Sparkle," he whispered, tears started to fall down. "Sparkle."

"Enji," Sparkle said softly, tears appearing in his eyes. "Enji, love. ...Izuku is so big now..."

"I'm in Yuuei," said Izuku in a hoarse voice. "I have All Might's Quirk."

Sparkle smiled gently. "I don't know how you pulled that one, kiddo, but somehow I'm not surprised... I've always known you'd be the best hero that ever existed."

Izuku smiled back, even though the tears were dropping from his eyes steadily.

"I love you two so much," said Sparkle. "I love you and you made me so happy. I am so sorry I... left you."

"It's not your fault!" Enji choked out.

"And damn, I am so glad you fell ill, little broccoli..." Sparkle continued.

Enji's eyes widened suddenly as the realization hit him, and he turned to Oboro who was standing far from them. What were the chances of Izuku getting ill exactly before that conference?! His head started to spin but he pushed the thoughts away. They were here to see Sparkle, the rest could wait.

"We love you, Dad," said Izuku quietly, his voice shaking. "We love you so much."

"I know," said Sparkle still smiling though his eyes were wet. "I know. And I would never change a single thing in my life. You filled it with so much joy. I love you two very much." Then he turned to Enji specifically. "Enji. I want you to try and give someone else another chance, love. I know it's hard but-"

"I got married," croaked Enji, the burden of guilt crushing him. "I didn't know that I would one day meet this friend of mine with his Quirk... I didn't know one could travel back in time... If I knew..."

"No," Sparkle frowned, his voice firm. "I am glad, Enji, love. I am glad you watched my message and heeded it. Are you happy?"

Enji started sobbing. "I am... I'm so sorry... I am. But I miss you, Sparkle, I never forgot you... I... if I knew..."

"No, Enji. I am very happy for you, sweetheart, I am. But are they treating you right?"

Enji nodded, unable to speak.

"Good, love. I wanted to hear that. I want you, love, to be happy with them. Promise me that?"

Enji nodded, his tears everywhere, in his throat, in his mouth, in his eyes, on his face. It felt like he would drown in them any second now.

"Zuku, my beloved broccoli hero. Are you happy too, little one?"

Enji's world was completely obscured by his tears but he could at least hear his child.

"I am, Dad," came an equally wet, shaky voice. "I am. I have a boyfriend I love... and a provisional license... and a friend with a powerful Quirk that can change the world... and I have other good friends... and Dad's family is in contact now... and we always visit Okinawa... and Dad's husband is amazing... but we miss you, Dad." Enji could hear his boy start crying too.

"I know," said Sparkle softly. "I know. But I want you to be happy, okay? I want you to be very happy. Just like I hope I will be happy in my new life too."

"We will make it happen," croaked Enji. "My friend will lead your soul to a good family, I promise... I will be looking after you, I promise."

Sparkle's smile widened even though the tears were falling from his eyes too. "I will be looking forward to it, Enji, love."

888

Oboro was hovering near the hut hesitantly, visibly wanting to somehow help but unsure how.

"Stop worrying about us," said Enji gently. "We are fine. Thank you for all this."

Oboro in the end, not only had let them see Sparkle but also arranged so that Heihachi would meet his family in Okinawa for the last time. Enji would never forget Mum's and Grandma's faces when they were told their boy would not be gone forever but living a new, good life. Enji would never forget that Oboro had made such a horrible pain lessen a bit for them.

"Don't be fucking stupid," muttered Oboro. "It's nothing."

Something important he had forgotten finally resurfaced.

"Was it you who saved Izuku back then?"

"Back then?"

Enji fell silent. Maybe Oboro would do it in the future. Or maybe Enji was really truly lucky. It hit him again how horrible the life of an overseer had to be, to save some people and let some other people die, based on so many factors, including avoiding paradoxes. Horrible. Enji wouldn't be able to do it, probably.

He kept his Izuku tightly, thinking of all the other possible realities. In one he maybe never had been unfaithful. In one maybe Inko had not died. In one maybe Izuku had died. In one maybe he had committed suicide, so long ago. In one maybe he had saved Touya? He realized he didn't want to see all those 'close' universes. He didn't want to know where things had led him. He kissed his Izuku's green head and kept him tightly in his hug. One thing he knew for sure – this boy had saved him, had saved his life. If not for him, he'd lose his family, lose his hero license, and would become bitter and angry forever. If he still was alive, that is.

"I love you, my love," he whispered and he stayed like that, keeping his child in his arms for a long time.

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Enji woke up with a pleasant sigh. It was Saturday, the beginning of the weekend. If nothing extrauniversal decided to kindly pay a visit with their army of AI machines or with their mad genius scientist who just wanted to 'try something out' or with their overseer or overseer's friends who needed to hole up here after getting the Girl angry or with someone... No, it was better not to dwell. Last weekend was peaceful, maybe this one would prove the same. The Creator, whoever he really was, knew they all deserved it.

A feather flew up and gently stroked Enji's lips so he kissed it.

"Hello, love," he murmured. A couple of more feathers sneaked under the comforter and in between Enji's legs.

"Stop it," he said to the feather that was still touching his face. "You know well I'm not a morning wood person." A feather made a happy loop in the air. Enji got up, batting the stubborn feathers away. A quick cleaning with his Quirk, a yukata on, and he headed towards the kitchen.

Soon he heard Hawks joyous voice.

"...sent here from Heavens, you are a gift undeserved but most appreciated, you are the pinnacle of human evolution, the pride of the human race-"

"I can't believe you were simultaneously flirting with Kuro and playing with my jewels, Hawks. That is a new level of shamelessness," grinned Enji as he entered the kitchen.

"I've always been a multitasker," grinned Hawks in response.

"You've always been a clown, that's what you've been," responded Katsuki.

"Kacchaaan," Enji never knew he would live to the day when Katsuki would stop throwing things at Hawks calling him the name that was reserved only for Izuku but decades passed and the boy gave up. There was no one in this household as stubborn as Hawks, after all. "You do realize cooking is not the only good thing you could have learned from our amazing, kind, gentle, smart, handsome Kurogiri?"

Katsuki just exhaled with derision. He was talented in that.

"So, we have pizza for breakfast?" All those compliments always meant Kurogiri was cooking something Hawks loved.

"Yes, we have pizza for breakfast!" Hawks started jumping in his chair like a child, feathers dancing happily around him, some forming hearts in front of peacefully cooking Kurogiri.

"Don't think I haven't noticed we mostly eat Hawks' and Oboro's favs," observed Enji.

Kurogiri hummed pleasantly. "Who am I to disregard such unfaltering tireless efforts to be on a good foot with me? He works hard to get rewarded accordingly."

Katsuki snorted.

"Aren't we forgetting," asked Enji kissing Hawks' cheek, "that we are already married to someone, little bird? Why am I waking to you pleasing orally another man?"

"I'm leaving," said Katsuki, not moving an inch from the sushi rolls he was making.

"And a man already married, too?"

"Ah, yes, married to a man who undertreats him scandalously."

Kurogiri just smiled at that. "My Shouta is a man of few words but I cannot complain about the lack of deeds."

"Well, me, I'm a man of both words and deeds, my cooking perfection, my embodiment of carnal pleasures, my yakitori de la yakitori-"

Katsuki snorted. "Fine, that was funny."

Hawks grinned victoriously.

"Is that pizza's smell?" came the voice from engawa.

"No, it's Grand Velas Tacos. Of course, it's pizza, nerd."

Izuku hummed as he started his usual round of morning hugs. "You do know, Kacchan you don't have to try to keep balance of the universe when everyone around you is happy?"

"You'd have the same mood if you had to listen to this bird brain every goddamn morning."

"I don't know what kind of brain you expect me to have with my Quirk?" grinned Hawks.

"Ah, I think it's ready," said Kurogiri, and Enji sighed. It's been so many years and these two's cooking still was making him shiver in anticipation.

"Hawks is right. You two really deserve worship."

"The madness spreads," groaned Katsuki.

"Imagine a zombie apocalypse but instead of brains everyone craves your food," laughed Izuku.

"This would be just a documental because everyone is craving this food, in fact," argued Hawks.

"So any new plans for today?" asked Kurogiri.

Enji shook his head. "I intend to do absolutely nothing today but relax."

"No, you don't," said Katsuki.

"I don't?"

Katsuki grinned. "We are going to watch Enya fight a thresher maw."

Ah, Enya. Enji tried not to think about that... peculiar daughter of his from universe 3901. Well, she certainly had her heart in the right place, but...

''I did not know you approved of that practice.'' It was basically slaughtering some poor animal that just happened to be huge, dangerous, and aggressive.

''That's the whole point, it's not a real thresher maw, it's the Girl angry with what Enya pulled off the last time.''

Oh, dear. ''You can't go there.''

''The hell! Of course, we're going there!''

''Listen,'' sighed Enji. ''The last thing our more or less peaceful universe needs is Enya seeing you going there to laugh at her. You know what will happen next.''

''One can have no fun around here,'' muttered Katsuki but the very fact he did not protest any further showed well the boy- well, grown-up man now, was capable of seeing Enji was right.

A message buzzed. It was his Fuyumi, sending her every day 'Good morning, Dad!' with the newest picture of her cats sleeping in weird positions. Enji smiled warmly and immediately texted back. This also reminded him of texting Shouto and Tenya. He immediately got a thumb up from Shouto, as the only reply, but he knew well the very fact the boy replied at all instead of leaving him on read for the whole day showed that he truly loved his old man. He was doing that to Fuyumi, she often complained. Tenya, on the other hand, immediately called him back, the sweetest boy.

"Have a good day, too, Dad! Plans for the weekend?"

"Resting. I'm old, Tenya."

"Hardly!" laughed the boy, well, the man. It was so hard to get used to that, even after years. "How are your cats?"

"We have this new, most cute cat, Fog. The sweetest thing. Oboro hogs him all to himself, though. And Wreck went and vomited by our bed in the middle of the night," he added sighing dramatically.

Tenya chuckled. "You can always transition to guinea pigs or fish."

"And what am I suppose to do with the cats, slaughter them?" Enji laughed. "And how are your pigs? Any new fish?"

"No, nothing new. But I'll send you pics when I finish preparing the new aquarium."

"I look forward to it." Tenya's fish and Shouto's guinea pigs were probably the happiest animals in the world, with gigantic spaces and with both boys constantly working on their enrichment. Enji always loved spending time at their apartment. It was amazing how their love could affect Enji's perception of the place – he wasn't particularly fond of places so modern as theirs, with whites and steel gray, with rare green. It reminded him of his mother's home – Western, perfectly clean, where everything had its place, where nothing could be disturbed. Tenya and Shouto's home was similar, but somehow their very presence, the love in their eyes, their smiles, their gentleness, it made Enji like the place instead of hating it.

When the call ended his fingers automatically searched for Natsuo's contact to check when was the last time he called his son. It was only three days ago, still too soon to do it again. It was tough for Enji not to hear all his children everyday but he knew well not to overstep the boundaries. And considering what he had seen in other universes he was extremely lucky they were in contact that often. Or at all.

When he finished the breakfast and chatting with everyone he finally went and sought out the last child of his.

The shack in his garden contained only asleep and, very exhausted looking Yokumiru. And no wonder - the last week had been draining for them both, what with the massacre of mer on Laure. And Yokumiru still stubbornly kept overworking himself instead of sharing the burden more equally with Enji and the rest of the council. A part of Enji hoped that maybe a century or so more and they would be able to create a truly peaceful world that would forget the bloodied past. The bigger part of Enji knew homines didn't truly change and it would always be a struggle. Still, they had made huge progress from what was decades ago and Yokumiru should keep that in mind and relax a tiny bit. In Enji's books, he certainly redeemed himself a long time ago, he didn't have to work that hard anymore to keep atoning.

He turned away and headed to the other place where his son could be – Kurogiri's bedroom. There, indeed, he found Shouta deep asleep on one verge of the bed, and Oboro on another, both covered in cats (and two corgies). Made sense that after a week like this he would come here in the middle of the night. Enji as usual fought the temptation to take a photo of Shouta and Oboro sleeping in one bed and send it across the multiverse. He could imagine the upheaval. Finally, someone found a universe in which Eraser Head was sleeping with Shigaraki! He knew there was a big money bet that it had to happen somewhere, fujiyoshi seeing them as a potential pair, probably on the basis of them both looking like hobos or something equally ridiculous like that. The only thing stopping him was knowing well that it would put Kurogiri in a very weird light, and Enji would have to eventually explain that Oboro simply liked to sneak to cuddle with his Dad when he was upset, and that stubborn son would never forgive Enji that.

He lay between them, careful not to disturb Shouta, and pulled Oboro into his arms to receive the usual grunting of displeasure. The pretense had to be maintained after all. Enji ruffled his hair and then kissed the light blue head.

"You're so fucking sappy I can't," murmured Oboro for the, probably, millionth time, and gladly relaxed into Enji's arms. Enji rubbed gently his back, thinking of the last week. Oboro, out of them all, always took it hardest that the world did not want to be shaped into perfection by the means they had chosen. Oboro did not want to rewrite homines' genes like some overseers had, he did not want to exact the level of control and fear some other overseers, like The Girl, enacted. The result was, of course, that horrible things still were happening, especially with the past that made people crave revenge. Enji concentrated on the fact they still managed to improve societies by a huge degree compared to what had been before, Yokumiru concentrated on what still could be done, but Oboro... Oboro still was so emotional about it, still got angry with people, still would react strongly to new bloodshed or when a brutal murder, especially on kids, was discovered. The kid was simply too good, something Enji would have never expected back then when he first heard about a blue-haired villain attacking a school full of hero kids. Who would have guessed what was hidden under layers of brainwashing and mental torture All for One drowned this kid in from the child's earliest years.

Enji kissed the boy's head again.

"So stupid..." came the murmur immediately. Then the blue eyes opened widely. "Fuck! We were going to Tuchanka today!"

"You're not going to go watch that fight, Oboro!" groaned Enji.

"One just can't get a proper rest around here," came a disgruntled murmur from Shouta's side.

"You should have thought it through before marrying a single dad," responded Enji chuckling.

"The dad is quiet when I sleep," muttered. "It's the mother I haven't even married that comes to my own bed and starts chatting at ungodly hours."

"He's right," murmured Oboro. "Fuck this. I'm not getting up that early. I'll just go back in time later," and he cozied himself up against Enji's chest and fell back asleep.

Enji always felt a little guilty that a part of him cherished the fact that Oboro never completely healed after what he had been put through for the first, crucial, twenty years of his life and he still was touch-starved but at the same time unwilling to actively seek it from anyone other than his two parents of choice. Enji felt guilty that a part of him was happy that Oboro was aroace, so he wouldn't seek a romantic partner. This was horrible and selfish of Enji. But with his all kids grown up and married, Oboro truly was a gift from heaven to Enji with his willingness to be hugged and cuddled and stroked and kissed. Enji knew it was terrible of him to think like that and they both, with Kurogiri, did their best to help the boy overcome his past, even making him go to a therapist (yes, it appeared that the Girl indeed had therapists for the overseers). But in the end, some things couldn't be changed, and Enji felt horrible cherishing the fact he could cuddle one of his children whenever he wanted. And he couldn't help but smile as he recalled the Girl's remark that it was Oboro's revenge on hero Deku – taking his place in his dad's arms.

He kissed the boy's head again and reached for his phone to open the latest fanfiction Kurogiri sent him.

Half an hour later he saw his other beloved son sneaking into Kurogiri's bedroom.

"Hey," whispered Zuku. "The Girl wanted us to meet with her, Oboro. Wake up."

Enji glared at his broccoli. "What did I tell you, Zuku, about going there. Also, a half-lie is still a lie."

"We'll disguise ourselves, Dad!"

Enji sighed. These children.

"If Enya realizes and comes here, Kacchan's gonna be cleaning the mess. As the most responsible out of the five of you, he should know better. Also, tell Tenya I'm disappointed."

"I won't do such a horrible thing!" protested Izuku and got closer to kiss Enji on his cheek. "Have a good day, Dad."

"Don't let those idiots get torn to pieces by krogans."

"Like they ever could lay a finger on me," came Katsuki's hiss from the corridor.

"I clearly remember-"

"That was a DRAW!"

Shouta sat up, his eyes shooting daggers.

"We're off," said Izuku immediately and he was gone.

A couple of hours later a scent of coffee filled the air and Kurogiri came back to his bedroom with a huge tray of breakfast for the, as he used to call them, late bloomers, who both started stretching and yawning, the familiar aroma working better on them than an alarm.

"It's almost noon. That sleeping schedule will get to you and your health one day."

"This is how we are, Kuro, love," said Aizawa taking his toast. "Some people are just night owls."

"Yes, and it can be worked on. You know this kind of sleeping pattern can lead-"

"Kuro, love, please."

Kurogiri uttered a very long exasperated sigh. "Fine. But you give a bad example to my son."

"Unbelievable," said Oboro with his mouth full sputtering crumbs everywhere to Kurogiri's meaningful look. "I am an adult, remember?"

Kurogiri sighed again and turned back to Shouta. "I prepared the food for our picnic."

Shouta smiled warmly. "I'll just grab a quick shower and we're off."

"Wait, what?" groaned Enji dramatically. "I end up without any of my cooks for the Saturday? What kind of weekend is even that? You can't expect me to go to a restaurant! You know they cook worse than the two of you!"

"You have literally everything prepared and warm," replied Kurogiri shaking his head. "I believe you'll survive putting the food on your plate yourself."

"Atsuhiro-kun!" came Hawks' happy shout from the kitchen.

Oboro sighed. "If he's gonna try to cry on my shoulder about his million-eighth boyfriend you can kill me, Mother, and take over ruling the universe."

Enji got up and patted Oboro on his head. "I'll tell him you left for Tuchanka."

"Thank you. I knew you always loved me, Mum."

Kurogiri went to the kitchen and Enji tried to follow him but Shouta dragged him back. "Stop saying shit like that! You know he feels guilty every time we leave the family!"

"I was just joking," murmured Enji, contrite.

"You know him, he'd stay in the kitchen cooking for you all his life," added Shouta.

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry."

Oboro listened to this with amusement.

"...so I kicked him and his things out of the balcony. Imagine, he suddenly wasn't busy anymore and came immediately!" Enji heard when he finally approached the kitchen.

"It's okay, Oboro, they broke up!" he shouted.

"What the hell! Is this funny to you, Enji-san?" Atsuhiro asked in a dramatically hurt voice.

"Hey, that really wasn't very sensitive, Enji. Atsuhiro-kun broke his leg and that asshole refused to come over."

"Oh," said Enji. "I'm sorry. Then again, you know."

"Yes, I know, poor Atsuhiro isn't lucky with men so let's make fun of him."

"Sorry, cherished friend of my son. But I offered you-"

"I can find a nice boyfriend on my own, thank you very much."

"Maybe you should stop searching on quick sex apps based on the looks?" Kurogiri offered the same advice for the twentieth time, probably.

"No. I am a proper allosexual being who needs to desire my partner's body. You know, like a lot of people do? Which brings us to the subject, will you ever go back to wearing pants, Kurogiri?"

"Don't even start on that," groaned Hawks. "I keep telling him and keep telling him that it is blasphemy to cover those beautifully sculpted long legs and that bottom that is a UNESCO-approved world heritage but he keeps depriving humanity of the most captivating view in the world."

"Don't you think Shouta-san would not prefer to see you wearing pants?"

Kurogiri smiled pleasantly. "Oh, for Shouta, I wear whatever he dreams of. You two get a yukata."

"That is most unfair."

"Shouta is my husband, Hawks. He has some rights you all won't ever have."

"I don't know what is stopping you from becoming my husband, Kuro-san."

"And what about me?"

"Aw, come on, Enji, you're big enough for two husbands. Besides, you two already have a kid together, don't you?"

Enji shook his head at his bird and changed the topic. "So I guess you are going with Atsuhiro to help him dry his tears?" Enji knew the drill well.

"Mmm, unless you want to do it, Enji-san?" Atsuhiro cooed.

"You're literally sitting by my husband's side."

"The same husband who just said he wanted to marry another man?"

"Youngsters nowadays."

"Right?" agreed Kurogiri.

"So, you all are leaving me?"

"But you can come with us!" came the unison of both brats.

"I think I'll pass," chuckled Enji. "You have your fun."

Soon the huge house emptied and Enji's thoughts went to those who went on. Sparkle, well, now, Chiyu Yanshiji was a young but already very promising doctor, loved by his patients. Touya, that is Mads Faber now was, as Oboro predicted, always causing trouble but at least it wasn't the 'I'm gonna slaughter people in general and my family in particular' type of trouble, but drugs and being an obsessive man who couldn't let things (and people) go type of trouble. Which, still, was bad, but at least he seemed pleased with how he was living his life, wasting his parents' money on indulging himself. His mom and grandma were still just small kids, the cutest he had ever seen. He was just about to teleport to see them, of course invisible, when Yokumiru finally appeared in the kitchen, yawning.

"Hawks is gone?"

"Atsuhiro was let down by his boyfriend, again."

"Ah. Call me cold but he likes his drama, doesn't he? Coffee?"

"Please. Haven't got one during breakfast."

"Doubt I can prepare it just like Kurogiri, though."

"Just pour it from the thermos Kurogiri thought he hid from me, behind the stack of flour bags.

"Won't he notice it's less than it was before?"

"I put a spell on it, it always restocks."

A small smile appeared on Yokumiru's face. "Everyone's a child to him."

"He was born to be a parent," agreed Enji.

"And where is everyone else?"

"The kids went to Tuchanka."

"Oh, no," sighed Yokumiru.

"I specifically asked them-"

"Right."

"...true."

"And Kuro has a picnic date in Skyrim."

Yokumiru thought about it all as he was eating slowly his scrambled eggs. "Want to go to Skyrim, too, after this week?"

Enji thought about the empty home. "Sure, been a while. Something specific you have in mind?"

"Drinking and resting," said Yokumiru straightforwardly. "But we can take cards or something too."

"Sounds nice." Yeah, after this difficult week, Enji'd love to just sit under Skyrim sky, feel the wind on his face, watch the grass wave, listen to crickets and hawks, drink something sweet and alcoholic. "I hope Kurogiri's stash of snacks is full."

"It's always full, Enji, how long you've been living together?"

Enji chuckled at that. "True. Alright, you eat your breakfast and I'll gather food. I know a beautiful place in the Reach."

An hour later Shouta groaned.

"Sorry," said Enji apologetically. "I didn't think you'd be taking this place."

"Of course we would. It has the nicest view in the Reach. Couldn't you reserve a different point in time?"

"Sorry," repeated Enji.

"Come on, the Reach is big," said Yokumiru. "Let's just settle under that oak in that meadow with the view of the mountains. I like there too. We don't need to actually be high in the mountains."

"Have you taken a proper warm lunch with you?" Kurogiri asked.

"We did," they replied in unison.

"Don't drink too much."

"Yes, dad," they replied in unison.

"Keep your Quirk up, it's cold and Yokumiru won't be feeling that while drunk."

"Yes, dad," they replied in unison.

Shouta rolled his eyes. "One can't get rid of this family for like a second."

"I said it many times and I'll say it once more," said Yokumiru as they set up their deckchairs and a table under a lonely tree overseeing a small meadow surrounded by the Reach's mountains. "He is even worse than you."

"I know," agreed Enji. "Can't hold a candle to him. I feel like a really lousy parent."

"He is overdoing it."

"He is probably subconsciously compensating for all those years he had to watch young Oboro being fucked up mentally and physically by AfO."

Yokumiru sighed. "Can't say I don't get him. Kampai?"

"Kampai."

"So, what are we playing?"

"We-" A shadow fell on their table. The happy barking of the two corgies filled the air.

"I came to an empty home!"

Enji sighed fondly. "It was you all that have left us."

Oboro groaned very dramatically. "So, I not only have been traumatized by being left alone but also it seems you're drinking without me. Do you think you're the only ones that had a rough week?" He took Enji's thermos and took a couple of deep gulps. "And no deckchair for me either," he noticed.

"Weren't you supposed to be in Tuchanka?"

"Timey-wimey stuff, remember?"

"You don't even like Doctor Who," said Enji indignantly. He and Izuku loved the show, even if it had, like, millions of episodes now, and despite the fact that Enji, having personally met the Doctor, was eternally grateful they did not live in the same universe, with whole respect he had for that person with a big heart and absolutely no thought for any consequences.

"It's ridiculous and makes no sense."

"People from other universes say that about ours, remember?"

Oboro just shrugged, took a couple of more sips, disappeared, and reappeared back with the chair.

"Also, your Dad will not be happy you're pulling those small trips back in time without resting. It-"

"-ruins my nonexistent sleeping habits. I know, I know. He won't say the word though, if he doesn't know anything, right, Mother?" Oboro took another couple of deep gulps, in his usual let's-get-drunk-in-five-minutes style. "I brought the Elvish War cards."

Enji groaned. "This is weekend time. Why should we have to think?"

"You lose whether you think or not," shrugged Oboro mercilessly. It was true. Whenever the three of them played it, it was always a battle between Yokumiru and Oboro, Enji never managing to even become a challenge, not mentioning to have a chance of winning. "So you're in or what?"

"Oh, fine." He still enjoyed it, despite constant defeats.

"If you lose, Oboro, you're the one dealing with mer press conference Monday."

Oboro snorted. "If you lose I want to go with you to that brothel and see how you fuck, though."

"Absolutely not, you pervert."

"I'm a pervert? Me? You're the one going to weird brothels, First Counsellor."

"Everything is consensual and no one is underage."

Enji smiled to himself as he started dealing cards.

Maybe half an hour later his phone started buzzing. Yokumiru looked at him as if he completely lost his mind. "He's right, you know?" agreed Oboro.

"Shut up, it's my private private phone. This must be family." It was Toshi.

"Toshi?"

"Enji! How is your weekend?" the booming voice came. Enji almost missed the times when Toshi was still a half-skeleton. Almost.

"Chilling out, playing cards with my bosses."

Oboro snorted at that while Yokumiru smiled.

"We're going on a trip to see the palaces of Ank'mir in the Titan's 1001 universe. Want to join us?"

"Are we going sightseeing with Toshi and Mirai?" asked Enji.

"After my dead body," informed him Oboro not particularly quietly.

"Hey, that's not very nice," said Toshi.

"I'm not seeing Nighteye on my weekend, especially not after that week. I don't want to hear how he would have handled and foreseen it if he was still living in this universe," said Yokumiru with the most displeased face.

"Hey, you know him," said Toshi sadly. Oh, damn it.

"You know what, I'll just come back in time tomorrow and join you. Without those complainers."

"Fine, I'll go, too," agreed Oboro. "But only to irritate Nighteye."

"Tell Oboro I will be very happy to see him!" Toshi immediately perked up. "I hope Izuku will join us too!"

"Aw, you made Toshi happy," grinned Enji. "Look at that."

"I just intend to get on their nerves," Oboro replied immediately. "So let the loser start."

"Hey, not nice talking like this to your mum."

Time was passing slowly with them playing, the grass blowing in the wind, murmuring like a titanite-colored sea, the snacks disappearing one by one, and the thermoses getting lighter and lighter. Enji felt completely relaxed now, all memories of the past week put completely aside, just enjoying the moment of peace and simple pleasures.

Both his and Oboro's phones buzzed.

"Look, you also have your phone," he pointed out and checked the messages. It was Himiko with her asari wife, both bloodied head to toe.

"I guess a stealth mission went 'they can't see me if they're dead'," commented Oboro lightly.

"The hell are those asari even doing in that multiverse of theirs," murmured Yokumiru. "I swear we handle things better and our universe is only men and mer, the worst combination."

"Worse than krogans and vorcha?" informed himself Enji.

"It's because their multiverse overseer is much more chilled than ours," decided Oboro.

"Well, I like ours better," said Yokumiru, sipping his drink. "At least we don't have wars anymore."

"I think Shepard is great," murmured Enji.

"Yeah, we know you're a fanboy. I thought you'd cum when you met her."

"That's not how you speak to your mother."

Another message buzzed. "Aw, look, Tenya and Shouto completed their new aquarium." He shoved his phone to their faces.

"Do they know they can assemble stuff using simple spells?"

"It's more satisfying that way, you know that. Do you cheat when you play your games?"

'Looks amazing, Tenya! Can't wait to see it myself!' he texted.

'Do visit us then!' came Tenya's immediate reply.

'I'm in Skyrim now, with Miru and Oboro.'

No reply came so he went back to his cards. He still had his blue phoenix card. It was going so well today. His phone started buzzing.

"Shouto!"

"We thought we'd join you? Been a while since we visited Skyrim."

"But we're drinking," Enji confessed.

"After Aule, no wonder," said Shouto with sympathy. "I always thought you two are too emotional to be on top, old man."

"Someone has to do it, Shouto."

"So, can we come or you prefer to spend time in your own most entertaining company?"

"Shouto and Tenya want to join us."

Yokumiru nodded and Oboro shrugged, as Enji expected. Shouto and Tenya were hardly unlikable presence, even to people like his eternally irritated with everyone overseer and his First Counsellor who felt exactly the same. Enji's heart warmed when they appeared. They were such a harmonious couple and you could see it in every single small thing and gesture they did, so much love and understanding between them. It was amazing, considering Tenya had his OCD tendencies and Shouto was always a little too honest. But they always worked hard to have a perfect marriage and they actually achieved it. Enji was so proud, especially considering Shouto's past with Enji.

"Oh, Elvish War!" exclaimed Tenya with enthusiasm. "Shame you started without us!"

"It's alright, Mother is already losing, he can quit and play with you. Maybe then he'll have a chance of winning."

"Am not losing," murmured Enji. "Still have good cards."

Shouto looked deep into Enji's eyes. "You don't have to join us. I would obliterate you if you did, old man."

"You all are so mean," complained Enji.

"We brought some snacks," added Tenya.

"Ready-made? I don't know if we can eat those, with our fragile health," smirked Oboro.

"Hey, don't make fun of your Dad like that."

They sat down comfortably and Oboro moved his chair closer to Enji, taking a peek at the cards Tenya dealt him. Enji decided to start with a fae card. Oboro groaned. "You're not smart enough to follow an opening like that, Mother."

"Can you move away and let me enjoy my game?"

Oboro huffed. "You are embarrassing me in front of the heroes."

"So, I heard from Shouto you're picnicking today!" Enji heard Fuyumi's voice.

"Fuyumi-chan!" he exclaimed happily. "Hello, Hotaru," he smiled widely at Fuyumi's wife. Yokumiru and Oboro also got up politely, Oboro always surprisingly self-conscious around Fuyumi. Enji wondered sometimes if it had to do with Hana, his late sister.

"Sorry that I brought only things I could fix quickly!"

"I'm sure they're still amazing."

"Hey, is that Elvish War?!" Hotaru grinned. "This time you'll lose, Shouto!"

A couple of peaceful hours passed and Shouto, as promised, beat Tenya, Enji, and Hotaru mercilessly, to Oboro's displeased grunts and huffs whenever Enji played any card. The boy and Yokumiru still hadn't finished their game, frowning deeply over their cards as if it was a match of go.

"So this is what you are doing when I'm not around," they heard Kurogiri's voice. "You're getting our son completely drunk?"

"I'm not completely drunk. I wouldn't be winning against Yokumiru if I was completely drunk."

"You both are completely drunk," stated Kurogiri. "It's not even evening yet. One just can't leave you all alone. Look at Shouto and Tenya. Why can't you take an example from them?"

"That's why I like Mum more," said Oboro, leaning against Enji. "He wants me to be happy."

"You know you're killing me. You're killing your father." Oboro grinned, approval in his eyes. "And, do you only have this one shirt?"

"I love it," growled Oboro with no actual animosity in his voice. It was a black T-shirt given to him by an actual fan of his, saying 'I am your NOPE' and Oboro loved it more than he loved his whole family, they were joking.

"And what are you even drinking?"

"I have Cocoa A Trois," murmured Enji quite unsure of himself.

"Show me."

There was a pause as everyone watched Kurogiri taking a sip.

"...Good. I'm glad at least you did it right."

Enji preened with pride.

"...And you?"

Yokumiru shrugged. "The usual."

"Coffee Death?" Kurogiri extended his hand. Yokumiru sighed but gave his thermos to Kurogiri.

"...I think it lacks a little bit of coffee. A bucket or two more, since obviously the ten you poured in still makes it a little too bland," Kurogiri said glaring.

"It's perfect," said Yokumiru decisively.

"Perfect to ruin your blood pressure and stomach."

Enji smiled at that. Kurogiri never had quite forgiven Yokumiru for introducing this particular drink to Shouta, Shouta falling in love with this - as Kurogiri was calling it - abomination.

"I thought you two were supposed to have a day only for yourselves?" asked Yokumiru coldly though they all knew he did not really mean that.

"I started to have bad feelings about you two out there, drinking alone, and I was right."

"Bad feelings about us being very happy?"

"Is this your happy face, Yokumiru Mera?"

The rest of them started chuckling, there was no helping it.

"Don't worry about my happy face, worry about your poor husband who can't have one day of peace with you, without you running back to the rest of the family like a mother hen."

Shouta sighed. "I knew whom I married. But while we're here you could share that thermos."

Kurogiri just shook his head at that. "Are you even hydrating yourselves properly? Have you eaten a warm lunch?"

"Are you sure you weren't separated at birth, you and my father?" asked Shouto.

"Aaaaaw, a family picnic!" Izuku's voice came.

"Zuku!" exclaimed both Enji and Shouto happily, Shouto immediately glaring at Enji to uphold the old tradition.

Enji rushed to hug his son and then to appraise Katsuki's state. The boy did not seem to have any bruises or scratches or even dirt on his clothes. He looked... pristine. Too pristine.

Enji sighed. "So, tell me that at least you won."

Katsuki snorted, "Of course I did."

"Kacchan," sighed Izuku.

"If Enya or Shepard or the Girl comes here complaining on our weekend..."

"Stop whining, krogans won't complain to anyone, they're no humans," spat Katsuki sitting down by Shouto. "Who won?"

"It was a wonderful idea, Dad, to have a family picnic," beamed Izuku sitting down on the other side of Enji, receiving Oboro's customarily glare. Since the Girl's remark, it was an old ongoing joke among them, Oboro behaving like Izuku was his competition for the favorite child of Enji's.

"Well, if someone had bothered to mention that beforehand, I'd have cooked more yesterday," said Katsuki irritably, as usual.

"As if our kitchen wasn't prepared for the apocalypse by you two," smiled Enji.

"You all are the apocalypse," laughed Kurogiri.

"More like a plague of locusts," said Katsuki. "You cook and cook and everything is gone in a second."

"As it should be," argued Kurogiri. Katsuki just glared at him, fearing no gods as usual.

Enji could live like this forever, he thought some time later, listening to surrounding laughter and voices, watching Shouto and Tenya showing everyone some new... hamster channel?, watching Fuyumi and Hotaru showing some new pictures of their cats, listening to Katsuki, Kurogiri, Shouta, and Yokumiru discussing some new recipe for coffee based alcoholic drink, feeling Izuku and Oboro leaning against his sides, relaxed, seeing the first stars appear on the horizon, with Secunda-

"Heeeeey! Look who was drinking without us!"

"Oh, god," groaned Oboro. Shouta's and Katsuki's faces showed they agreed wholeheartedly.

"Right?! If you wanted to drink, you could have joined us!"

"Quick, pretend something urgent happened. They'll believe you," whispered Oboro as he watched Nemuri, Hizashi, Atsuhiro, Hawks and... Tensei with lipstick on his mouth and mascara on his eyelashes? approaching, all more than tipsy already.

"Don't be like that. These are your friends."

"These are my Dad's horribly loud and much too sexual friends. We were supposed to chill, not to listen to Mic shouting louder than the Greybeards."

"Hear, hear," murmured Shouta.

"Heeey," Hawks plopped onto Enji's lap. "Have you missed me?" A soft, smelling strongly of Cuba libre kiss was placed.

"Terribly. We all missed you. Oboro was regretting not going with you the whole day."

"You bet he did!" Nemuri laughed shrilly. "We could find him a nice boyfriend in those gay clubs!"

"I'm aroace and you know it," hissed Oboro.

"Yes, that's what Shouta kept saying," she shot Shouta an ugly look. "That liar."

"It's been years. Can you kindly get over it finally?" Shouta spat back.

"Well, you kept lying to your friends," agreed Enji. "You hurt us."

Shouta took a long sip of his drink, with one – middle – finger up.

"I can't believe you married someone that rude, Kuro," said Enji.

"He can be cute if you squint," smiled Kuro.

"You mean when we close our eyes altogether?" laughed Hizashi.

"Did you lose a bet, oniichan?" sighed Tenya.

"Don't even ask, little brother," chuckled Tensei. "They dragged me out of the house and did terrible things to me."

"Hey, it's all for Atsuhiro."

"I know. I gladly sacrificed myself."

Enji laughed at that. He felt his Hawks snuggling tighter and he kissed the blond hair. This was so nice. He watched them all laughing, joking, bantering, drinking, eating, his happy family together, and even if the burden of his past mistakes would never disappear he would be eternally grateful for how things turned out in his particular universe. He knew it actually was a horrible thing to think, it really was. He knew now, after visiting many alternate realities, that the turning point for his life here had been Inko's death and he hated that something that horrible eventually resulted in a reality in which he was so blessed.

But at least his honorary child made sure she had a happy new life. How grateful he was for those two children he had been gifted with. Well, he was grateful for all of them but it was these two that opened the doors that would have been closed for him otherwise, it was those two that had led him on the path to today. One that had appeared when he was drowning in fury and hatred, a small, lonely, broccoli boy who had made him learn how to be a good dad, who gave him the last chance to save most of his family. Another who had crept into his life appearing in the corners of his eyes, talking in puzzles and scolding him for not being good enough. just to turn out to be another lonely kid, broken and in need of love and who repaid all Enji had given him tenfold by making Touya, Sparkle, Inko, his Mum and Grandma live happy lives, and by protecting those who were still with Enji.

He put a kiss on the emerald head that was resting against his arm and then another on light blue one that was on his other side. "I love you all so much," he murmured.

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"You keep smiling at me," noticed Enji.

"Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" asked the Girl.

"No... it's just... I mean I know I am your friend, from the future, or another universe, but from my perspective... I barely know you. I mean, I don't mind, I-"

The Girl chuckled softly. "I simply look at you and think how amazing you are. Not you in general, Endeavor, the Flame Hero, Enji Todoroki, but this version of you, this particular you." She hesitated, eyes becoming distant. "I mean, I respect and like all versions of you. Your life always have been difficult, you have made mistakes and you worked so hard to right the wrongs, in every universe I know... but you, you, Enji Chigira, you're 46. At this age all Endeavors I have met so far were struggling so much to show what's best in them, struggling so much with themselves. And you? You're a beacon of kindness and love."

Enji felt his cheeks burning. Who says things like that, in actual life to actual people? And people like Enji? "It's... I mean, I don't know those other universes but it's all Izuku."

The Girl tilted her head. "True. But you could have hated him instead of loving him. You lost your family because of him. You could have seen him as your gravest mistake, as someone that separated you from your beloved children."

"I'd never!" gasped Enji, horrified.

"You see? It was you," she smiled.

"But I don't... you say I hate him in other universes?" he asked, terrified.

The Girl took a long, deep breath. "Always jumping to worst conclusions. No. You don't hate Izuku, anywhere. All I'm saying it was your decision to become a better person for Izuku."

"Oh... okay," Enji realized she kept complimenting him, and did he even say thank you like a civilized human being? Of course not, so typical. "Thank you but it's really undeserved. I did what was right..." Then his thoughts wandered to what she had said. "Still... it's... worse in other universes?"

"Don't dwell on it, Enji. This is your life. Be proud of yourself. Nothing good comes from thinking about alternative realities, trust me."

"But..." he said quietly. "I was... much worse of a father in other universes?"

"You always loved your children more than anything else, Enji. That never changed. But, as I said, be proud of the road you traveled. Don't dwell on your other selves. They're good people too, they are."

Enji sighed. "I suppose that would explain why... whenever anyone from an alternate universe meets me they frown and look questioningly at you."

"Well," chuckled the Girl. "Endeavor, the Flame Hero, eagerly hugging and smiling and gazing softly at people like Shigaraki is... a tiny bit uncanny. They always think I am pranking them."

Enji smiled, half-amused, half-sad at that. So he really was still... difficult in other worlds.

"You should have seen Shigaraki from Universe 3001 when I brought him to Skyrim and showed him you cuddling Oboro in that shack. I thought he was going to have a stroke."

"Hey, that's not really nice."

"In my defense, that Shigaraki is some real brat, it was a good lesson for him," smiled the Girl with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

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Enji found Oboro standing in front of the mirror which was a most uncanny event. After all, the boy had never paid the slightest attention to how he looked like, ever.

"Anything wrong?"

"...I don't want those red eyes. I hate them. I'm thinking of changing the color."

"Cool but keep in mind you had white hair and red eyes when you came back in time to me."

Oboro turned to Enji with fury in his eyes. The hell did Enji do now?

"WHY HAVE YOU TOLD ME THAT?! NOW I HAVE TO HAVE RED EYES AND WHITE HAIR YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CREATING LOOPS! NOW YOU'VE RUINED-"

"You can just change hair and eyes for the time you go back in time and then change it again." Kurogiri's calm voice came from the kitchen.

Oboro fell silent and then grunted, "...True."

A very loud sigh came from the kitchen. "And please do refrain from tantrums."

Oboro marched to his room mumbling something irritably.

"That child, I swear."

"It's okay, Kuro."

"The dinner is ready, would you kindly bring him back?"

Enji refrained from sighing and went to the boy's room. The door was open but he still knocked lightly. "Hey, Kuro says-" His voice choked as the blue eyes, a shade exactly like his looked at him. "-the dinner is ready," he ended hoarsely.

"You're such a sap," spat Oboro. "It's just a nice color, that's all."

"It is."

"Someone keeps smiling tonight," Kurogiri's voice reached him hours later when he was staring at the book thinking about many things, pages not turning.

"Well," murmured Enji. He wasn't sure what to say. Shouldn't have Oboro taken up golden eyes?

But Kurogiri seemed to guess what he was thinking, Enji was always so easy to read.

"Now he has hair like me and eyes like you."

Ah, right! Come to think about it Oboro never said he wanted to change his hair color. Now it made sense why.

"I guess now it's official that you are his other parent," smiled Kurogiri.

"I-" Enji was terrified that Kurogiri might think he was somehow trying to steal the boy away or suggesting Kurogiri wasn't enough or-

"It's okay," Kurogiri reached a hesitant hand and Enji took it, knowing well how much it meant, Kurogiri letting him touch him. "I am glad. It's hard to be a single parent. I was always grateful for your help and will be. Just, stop spoiling him."

Enji grunted noncommittally.

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"So, you were able to help Kurogiri with his memories, right?"

Oboro looked at him questioningly from his hammock where he was buried in Enji's cats.

"Because I can't recall something from my past..." murmured Enji. "It's not a big thing but..."

"Sure, we can try either to activate it or simply trace back to the event. What can you tell me about it?"

Enji got a little pink. "I've... always liked big birds and their wings."

"Oh, all that talk about you being a demi and you actually have a wing kink. You're not a proper ace."

"Aces can have kinks, too," protested Enji irritably.

Oboro just chuckled, the brat.

"The thing is... I have the feeling... that I can't recall something from my childhood. Whenever I feel Hawks' wings it reminds me of something. And, ridiculously, I think it's somehow connected with sleeping? With bed?"

"Alright, then," said Oboro not moving an inch. "You want me to do it, or do you prefer the Girl?"

"I trust you."

"I know you do," Oboro rolled his eyes. "But you know. Usually, people aren't happy if their acquaintances do the mind stuff. Who knows what they can uncover after all."

"Like you aren't peeking into my mind often enough."

"I try not to," mumbled Oboro a little guiltily.

"I'm fine with you doing it," Enji smiled reassuringly.

"Concentrate on that missing memory, on that scent."

Enji actually took a bunch of Hawks feathers exactly for that purpose. He inhaled and closed his eyes, trying to grasp that fleeting sensation of deja vu, the shadow of something good in his childhood, something so rare-

Oboro grunted displeasedly.

"Ah, so we can't unlock it?"

Oboro gave him a weird look. "No, I can. The worrying me part is, that I was, apparently, the one who locked it up, probably in my future. I assume there is a reason for that, you know?"

Enji sighed. "Okay. I trust your decisions. Let's forget about it."

Oboro hummed. "May I look at those memories?"

"Sure." Though it was weird to think Oboro would know those memories and Enji wouldn't.

Oboro hummed again after a moment. "...I think I get the reason now. Still, those memories are so muddled and weak it probably would be better to go back then and show you."

"But you have said-"

"It is okay now. You weren't supposed to remember before. Now is okay."

That was weird.

Oboro sighed and disappeared from under the cats, to much indignation on their part.

"Sorry," he said apologetically.

"You never speak like this to me when you shove me."

"You're not a cute little creature."

"I am."

"Ready?"

"...Is it... bad?"

Oboro smiled softly, to Enji's surprise. "No. It is nothing bad. Though... I can't say that about your childhood."

"Well, that's nothing I haven't gotten over. We can go."

The darkness swallowed them for a second and they reappeared in a familiar bedroom. Enji's guts clenched when he saw it. He could feel Oboro's eyes on him.

A child was lying on the bed, tears falling and sinking into the cushion in almost total silence, tiny sobs barely audible. His back was naked and there were fresh, bloodied marks left by a belt on it.

"Even my father would never go that far," Oboro hissed with hatred.

Enji reached out for Oboro's hand and squeezed it. "Leave them be. Please."

Oboro huffed angrily but nodded.

It was very late, the clock on the wall showed it was past midnight. Well, it was hard to fall asleep when your back burned like that, Enji remembered this well.

And then a new figure appeared.

"Hawks," whispered Enji.

Hawks couldn't see them though. He headed for the bed and for the little child on it.

"Hey, little one," he whispered very softly.

Enji's eyes widened. The distant hazy memories, now finally unlocked, started to go back. As a kid he used to have those dreams about an angel coming to him in the middle of the night, bringing comfort and love, soothing his tears and pain. Hawks.

The little boy was immediately in Hawks' arms, now wailing. Enji couldn't help but look around nervously. If mother heard this...

"Hawks put a silence spell on that room," said Oboro.

Oh.

"Please, please, please, I don't wanna wake up, I don't wanna go back, make me sleep forever," he was begging, choking on his tears. "Please, let me sleep forever, let me stay with you forever!"

Oh, God.

Enji had never seen Hawks so heartbroken, raw pain on his face, heart beating so fast Enji could see its frantic rhythm on his shirt.

"I can't do that, little one, I'm so sorry. But I promised you, right? One day it will be over. One day you will be a great hero, just like me."

"I don't want 'one day'!" the child continued its violent sobbing. "I don't want- I can't- I can't! It hurts! I can't! Why do they hate me?!"

Now there were tears in Hawks' eyes too. "They'll be gone one day, you'll see, little one. They will. You will be very happy. I will be waiting for you, I promise. Now, let me take away the pain."

"It still hurts," the boy protested. It was weird to see himself like this. Enji remembered well he always had been hiding his tears, his pain, he would never complain back then. But right, he had believed this was a dream. This had been his only place where he could let it out. To Hawks.

"In your heart, little one?"

"Yes," said the boy in a voice so hoarse it was hard to understand him.

"I can't help that now but it will be better, little one," Hawks kissed the little red head.

"One day," repeated the boy petulantly.

"Yes. But I will stay the whole night with you."

"Stay with me forever."

Hawks kissed the boy again and then shielded him with his wings from the whole reality.

Enji stood there, rooted to the spot, taking in the whole scene, everything sinking in and-

"We can't let him keep doing it," he said quietly. "It will break him. To have to come here and be unable to help. It'll break him or he'll do something stupid or-"

"I will be fine. I am fine," said a voice from behind.

Enji turned to see Hawks. "Oboro?"

"It was only fair. It was his secret after all."

"No, Hawks, you can't-"

But Hawks just hugged him. "I will be alright. I will. I came from the future, love, and so I know I was fine after all this."

"You stupid idiot," whispered Enji. "You stupid idiot, how many times have you been coming here? How many times have you been watching me, unable to help? You can't-! You shouldn't-!" Then something occurred to him. "I should go back and do the sam-"

"No," said Hawks in a steely voice. "You know that if you came back to my past, you would kidnap me out of there. Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn't."

Enji fell silent, his eyes filling with tears. "But it's not fair... you're doing this and I-"

"And you saved me from my father, remember? You did."

"Too late."

"No. It was exactly when it should be." Hawks smiled at him and Enji saw all the love his husband had for him in his eyes. "Go back, love. It will be fine. It is fine. Go back."

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Enji was frowning.

"What seems to bother you, Enji?" asked the Girl.

"As if you didn't know," he sighed. Overseers had this nasty tendency of peeking into your mind, Enji noticed.

The Girled hummed and nodded.

"What is it?" Oboro asked curiously.

"Enji?" The Girl asked kindly.

"I can share with Oboro," Enji said a little indignantly. He kept no secrets from the boy, she should have known that well. "It's just... in no universe... Sparkle seems to exist." He had a bad feeling about it.

The Girl nodded and turned to Oboro. "Which means?" she said in her teaching voice, which Enji started to loathe, especially in situations like this, situations so vital to him.

"Um," said Oboro, uncannily nervous, glancing at Enji. "It might be just a unique path. Typical only to this universe. Those happen a lot."

"But...?" continued the Girl.

"It should be checked in case..." he hesitated.

But Enji knew the drill by now. "In case this was something done or to be done by an overseer."

"Yes," agreed the Girl. "In all universes I know of - and, as I told you, I still don't know many of them – I'm afraid Sparkle and his parents die in a plane crash when Sparkle is still a little child. In yours, they don't."

Enji's eyes turned to Oboro. "...funny this happened," he said gently. "What were the chances?" He'd be grateful to this boy to the end of his life.

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"So... all this considering... I don't understand why you were behaving like a creep and asshole, Oboro."

"When I was a so-called villain?"

"When you went back in time."

Oboro gave him a very long look. "...probably because you just told me I was, idiot."

"Hey- I- I was very vague!"

"I'm sure you deserved it. You must have."

"Hmph."

"You probably did not treat me well. Like a villain or something."

"Oboro, you know I did not know you back then."

"I don't care. You should have recognized my love towards you immediately."

"...You've got to be kidding me," sighed Enji. "You were appearing out of thin air, saying cryptic things, smiling malevolently, locking out my memories..."

"I didn't kill you, right? I didn't hurt you, right? You should have realized I was there to help."

Enji rubbed his temples. "Right."

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"It's all nice," said the Girl.

"It is, isn't it?" Oboro grinned, his boots on her desk. "I told you. I know what I was doing."

"No, you didn't," she responded peacefully.

"Yes, I did," he spat back.

"But I noticed one thing."

Oboro groaned. "What now?"

"I can't help but wonder... where has Machia gone to?"

Oboro grinned and took out a small marble from his pocket. "I stole it from Compress. It would be hard for the heroes to win quickly if they had to fight Machia too."

"So... poor Atsuhiro thinks he lost Machia?"

Oboro kept grinning. The Girl sighed. "He is your friend. Go back and tell him. And what do you intend to do with Machia now?"

The marble decayed in Oboro's fingers. "Let him go on. He also was All for One's experiment, living only to please his master."

The Girl nodded. "Good. Still, I would be thankful if you refrained from killing people in my headquarters in the future. There is always much paperwork to do after that, you know it."

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"And why are you angry today?" The Girl asked serenely.

"Stop fucking asking me, if you already checked the answer," Oboro spat back as they were walking slowly on one of the skyways, taking in the scenery of one of the biggest cities in the Girl's universe.

"I actually didn't. Do you think it's nice to be in your mind?"

"Rude."

"You must be rubbing off me."

"And hilarious too."

"So what seems to be the problem?"

"It fucking annoys me."

The Girl smiled knowingly. "Which of the thousand things?"

"If it was only a thousand."

"I understand that, believe me."

"Those timelords, traveling all over the place, selling their versions of the story. You go to universe 1001 and there is this My Hero Academia comic book, you go to a mass effect universe and you have 'How I Became a Hero' series, not to mention that stupid game in which-"

"You can demand your share. Everyone can."

"I don't fucking need no more money. It's just-"

"It's just it's always some version of the truth? And sometimes not even truth at all?"

"No, many of them are faithful but... only to one of the universes. And there are so many."

"Why don't you write your own story?"

"I'm not gonna be writing some bullshitty autobiography."

"Why not?"

"Can you even imagine that? 'I was born with the most amazing Quirk in the whole universe. Sadly, the most cunning and powerful criminal in the world wanted to have it and made my life hell. How about you read about my sappy, sad, pathetic life?'"

The Girl smiled, shaking her head lightly. "There are many sides from which you can tell a story."

"Like what? Like from this point of time? Besides I just don't want to tell my life story. It's-" Oboro huffed rather helplessly.

"You want to tell a story you were a witness to, but not your life story, I understand. It makes sense. You don't have to make the story about you."

"But how am I supposed to do it, if I'm me, and this is my life, and I watched it with my eyes-" Oboro blinked.

"You see?" the Girl smiled fondly.

"Yes..." murmured Oboro. "It doesn't have to be my eyes..." He nodded to himself and disappeared.

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The Girl tilted her head. "Is that what you really think?"

"Of course," snapped Tomura. "We will always be villains in their eyes. The world needs to be completely destroyed, to the roots, or else this will never stop, there always will be a wall between us and them."

The Girl hummed, smiling.

"Do you have universes that prove otherwise?" asked Kurogiri gently, a barely audible wisp of hope in his voice.

"Yes," she said.

"That doesn't count, Kuro! It will be alternate universes! She'll just show me a universe in which I'm not a villain, in which my father wasn't a son of a bitch or where I was adopted by All Might himself or-"

"No, there are universes in which your past was pretty much the same. Where All for One took you in, where you have attacked Yuuei and repeatedly tried to kill heroes."

"And in which heroes would still not see me as a villain? In which they would listen to my words?" he laughed bitterly. "Right."

Theyappeared in a meadow among visible mountain tops, the murmur of many streams and distant waterfalls in their ears. There was a joyous laughter cutting through the air.

"This is a couple of decades in the future, and even though some things of your past were different indeed, it mostly happened after you became an overseer, after the age you are right now. So, here, you still used to be Tomura Shigaraki actively seeking to slaughter as many heroes as you could."

She started walking towards the happy bunch of people apparently having a small party under a tree.

"Present Mic," murmured Tomura with disgust. "And Midnight. I can recognise these voices anywhere. Wait, shouldn't Midnight be dead?"

"You saved her," the Girl replied, no inflection in her voice, no approval, no amusement, just stating the fact.

"Why the fuck would I even do that? I hate that annoying bitch."

The Girl just hummed and they got closer.

Tomura stood in his tracks.

There were heroes. A whole bunch of them. There was Deku, and Shouto, and both Ingeniums, and Eraser Head, and Mic, and Midnight, and Hawks, and Endeavor. There was even Mera from the Commission. Tomura registeres absentmindedly that Hawks had his wings again and Ingenium could walk. But...

...but there was also Kurogiri and Compress, and he, himself.

Partying with the heroes, and with the very president of the Commission.

"The fuck is this shit," murmured Oboro.

Compress looked beyond joyous, drinking with Hawks, who was sitting in Endeavor's lap, and with Midnight, the two heroes Tomura hated particularly strong, laughing loudly and joking and shoving each other goodnaturedly.

He himself was sitting by Endeavor's side, close, much too close, his side touching the hateful hero.

"Dabi'd kill me for that," he murmured.

The Girl said nothing.

And on the other side of Endeavor that brat was sitting, that goddamned accursed brat, the only hero Tomura could not hate, the one who stubbornly had been trying to help him to the very end, who stubbornly kept seeing him as a person, even when his own- when All for One had betrayed him. Those three were watching the others peacefully, sipping their drinks. Tomura never felt as tranquil as this other self of his seemed now, surrounded mostly by heroes.

It made no sense.

And there was Kurogiri here too, and-

"The fuck," whispered Tomura when he saw Eraser Head dragging Kurogiri down from fussing over the food (yeah, that was his Kurogiri alright, definitely, always trying to solve problems with food) onto the blanket on which he was sitting. Kurogiri sat down obediently and Tomura could clearly see their hands interlock.

"The fuck," he repeated.

"They're married in this universe."

"My Kuro-" he stopped, then he glanced at his own Kurogiri who was watching this transfixed. "Kuro," he said quietly.

"...They all look so happy," came the quietest, hoarse voice from the only one Tomura considered his family.

The Girl nodded. "This is their universe, their future. You'll shape yours however you want. But you wanted to see the boundaries gone without destroying everything so I have showed you."

"This is an alternate universe. It's not ours," protested Tomura.

"Yes," agreed the Girl.

Suddenly Endeavor turned to the brat and kissed his head and then he did the same with this other Tomura.

"The fucking hell is this?" growled Tomura.

"Endeavor here came a long way."

"How come? I know him, I saw him, I-" he hesitated.

"Well, Izuku Midoriya helped him a lot. Their paths intertwined very early in this Enji Todoroki's life."

"...yeah, that brat can do... things to you."

Tomura kept staring and staring at the little group, his eyes on his other self leaning against Endeavor's side, familiar irritation on that other Tomura's face when the Flame Hero had dared to put a kiss on his head, but not real, Tomura could tell, he knew himself well; and on Kurogiri and Eraser Head, sitting together, their hands joined, the same Eraser Head that had been attacked and almost killed by them when he tried to protect those hero brats, his brats attacked by very Kurogiri.

He finally gave an annoyed sigh. "Well, this is not my universe. Send me back."

The Girl nodded and both men disappeared. She turned to the people partying under the tree smiling.

"You're one of my favorite universes," she whispered, smiling. "You're the light in darkness to the others." And she disappeared too.

Notes:

How this story was created, a documentary:
Me: Damn, I really liked the idea of Enji being Izuku's Dad. How cute it would be to write an AU in which they actually are Dad and Son and are cute and sweet and cuddly... Well, someone has to do it, I guess!
Shigaraki: Sure, let's coddle heroes some more, let's give them even more pats on the heads. They're _heroes_ after all! They deserve all the best! And we villains, we should just rot in hell, who cares about our lives, who cares about our dreams, we should-
Me: Are you trying to tell me something, sweetie?
Shigaraki: Oh, no, of course not, you go on write your sickly sweet story about happy heroes in which the villains-
Me: FINE, JUST SHUT UP.
Shigaraki: Yeah, I bet you wouldn't say that to your beloved Endeavor and Deku with their-
Me: Are you gonna be around all the time I'm writing this, complaining?
Shigaraki: Take a guess.
So, yeah, this is how it was. But I don't regret it, especially after the canon ending *kisses Shiggy on his forehead*