ENDEAVOR

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She was Yaoma Todoroki. Brother to Enji Todoroki, student in UA's heroics Class 1-B. Being in 1-A Enji could finally escape his life in Yaoma's shadow, especially with his disgraceful relationship with one of Enji's classmates. Till rumors started that he was simply holding back, that he'd easily be in 1-A if he used his powers to full extent. And the worst part? Enji knew it was true, he had seen Yaoma at full flame, and it was a horrifying sight.

But then, a silver lining. Yaoma become Emirko, and Enji finally had a leg up on her. He was the normal one, he was the one who could have good, strong kids for his family. He was the better one. Emirko was just...some woman. That's all she was now. In her last act of sibling love to Enji, she gave him a one way ticket to superiority. And the two never contacted one another again, they'd see each other in the news and occasionally have to come up with a random excuse as to why they never worked together as heroes, but that was the extent of it. Until now.

Enji was sitting in his office, shifting through paperwork and casualty reports, when he got a call from his receptionist:

"Endeavor, sir, Pro Hero Mag-Ma'am is here to see you...she looks very angry. And- I'm pretty sure that's Eraserhead watching her from across the road."

"My partner's whereabouts are none of Endeavor's concern. He needs to worry about me melting his door off if I'm not in his office in the next 5 minutes." Emirko hissed, her voice coming over there phone dripped in venom and aimed right for her brother.

Endeavor glares, massaging the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"Send her in. I can handle whatever she wishes to say." He mutters, he did not enjoy speaking to his sister, and believed she felt the same. Whilst she was a peer, he judged her harshly for refusing to use her quirk to its fullest. On occasion he would wonder if Shoto had inherited the trait from wherever Emirko had gotten it from, the want to be lesser than how they were created. He tucks away his paperwork into the top drawer of his desk.

“I watched the sports festival last week. Debut of your youngest son, no?” She hummed, her arms crossed as she stared down at him. She noticed the picture in the desk, picking it up and inspecting it with a critical eye. She immediately noticed the bruise, god she wished she had noticed it all sooner.

“Cute kid. Bet you were happy with how he came out.” She commented snidely, setting the picture frame back exactly where she picked it up from. “But Yknow, he seemed kinda off. And the stuff that green haired boy was saying to him…well it raised a few questions. I figured no better source than the horses’s mouth, as they say.” She shrugged, acting strangely calm considering she just put a scorch mark on his door and threatened to melt it down mere moments earlier.

He smiles, voice proud "Despite his lack of depth perception Shoto is exceptionally good at compensating for it. Now, sister, please put down the photographs before you damage them, the glass will begin to melt soon."

"Shoto seems to have some trauma from his brother's death, struggles to use his Fire. Touya-" he taps the corresponding photograph's glass, something near condescending in his tone. As though Emirko would be at fault for not knowing the names of children she had never met, "immolated himself in a horrific training accident. I thought Shoto was too young to understand it, but it seems he internalised the dangers of his Fire more than we anticipated."

"I'll be blunt and just ask it, since civil discussion with you never goes anywhere. Have you ever put your hands on your wife or kids in any capacity at any point in their lives?" Emirko asked, turning out her pockets and running her hand down her shirt to prove she wasn't wired. "Im not asking you as a hero, I'm not trying to get dirt on you for some big expose. I just wanna know. Im asking as your- ...well I don't know if you respect me enough as your sister for that to matter. But its true. I don't want this to be a conversation between Mag-Ma'am and Endeavor, this is Emirko and Enji."

"Alright. I admit, that when training my children to be the heroes they wish to be, I have struggled with overestimating their abiities. I have pushed them too far and each day I feel shame at how I have failed them." His brow furrows, jaw set. His eyes skip to the photograph of Touya. He swallows around a lump in his throat.

She worried at her lip, planning her next words carefully. She knew Enji was dancing around the brunt of her question, he hadn't REALLY admitted to or denied anything. She also knew about the bubbling guilt and shame in her chest, begging her to take Enji at his word and let his half-truths placate her...

Then her phone buzzed. She quickly glanced to check it. Ukyou, her youngest son. She suddenly imagined everything she worried Enji doing to his kids happening to her children, and something shifted in her. It was clear now that Emirko Aizawa couldn't handle this, she was weak. She was so desperate to keep herself innocent in this scandal that she'd let the guilt party walk away. She had to handle this not as a person, not as a sister, but as a mom.

"I don't believe that." Emirko spat, her entire demeanor shifting. It reminded Enji of the older sibling he used to respect, the brother that refused to tolerate Enji's chicanery and never hesitated to step in when his little brother stepped out of line. For the first time, Enji had to see with his own eyes that Yaoma never lessened, never settled.

"Do you think so lowly of me that it is impossible to believe I have changed? Grown from a boy into a man? Do you see me still as that stupid boy?" Endeavor knows who he used to be. A boy once so full of childish rage that the hurricane inside him would roar into a fiery inferno with no warning, a devil child.

"Emirko, you give yourself all the grace to become the woman you now are, but give me none of the same room to become the man I am now? How can you claim to know me, what gives you that right?" He stands. "You have not known me. You have not known my family. I have given you the truth. What else do I owe you? If you refuse to believe me, what do you want from me?"

She was Yaoma Todoroki. Brother to Enji Todoroki, student in UA's heroics Class 1-B. Being in 1-A Enji could finally escape his life in Yaoma's shadow, especially with his disgraceful relationship with one of Enji's classmates. Till rumors started that he was simply holding back, that he'd easily be in 1-A if he used his powers to full extent. And the worst part? Enji knew it was true, he had seen Yaoma at full flame, and it was a horrifying sight.

But then, a silver lining. Yaoma become Emirko, and Enji finally had a leg up on her. He was the normal one, he was the one who could have good, strong kids for his family. He was the better one. Emirko was just...some woman. That's all she was now. In her last act of sibling love to Enji, she gave him a one way ticket to superiority. And the two never contacted one another again, they'd see each other in the news and occasionally have to come up with a random excuse as to why they never worked together as heroes, but that was the extent of it. Until now.

Enji was sitting in his office, shifting through paperwork and casualty reports, when he got a call from his receptionist:

"Endeavor, sir, Pro Hero Mag-Ma'am is here to see you...she looks very angry. And- I'm pretty sure that's Eraserhead watching her from across the road."

"My partner's whereabouts are none of Endeavor's concern. He needs to worry about me melting his door off if I'm not in his office in the next 5 minutes." Emirko hissed, her voice coming over there phone dripped in venom and aimed right for her brother.

Endeavor glares, massaging the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"Send her in. I can handle whatever she wishes to say." He mutters, he did not enjoy speaking to his sister, and believed she felt the same. Whilst she was a peer, he judged her harshly for refusing to use her quirk to its fullest. On occasion he would wonder if Shoto had inherited the trait from wherever Emirko had gotten it from, the want to be lesser than how they were created. He tucks away his paperwork into the top drawer of his desk.

“I watched the sports festival last week. Debut of your youngest son, no?” She hummed, her arms crossed as she stared down at him. She noticed the picture in the desk, picking it up and inspecting it with a critical eye. She immediately noticed the bruise, god she wished she had noticed it all sooner.

“Cute kid. Bet you were happy with how he came out.” She commented snidely, setting the picture frame back exactly where she picked it up from. “But Yknow, he seemed kinda off. And the stuff that green haired boy was saying to him…well it raised a few questions. I figured no better source than the horses’s mouth, as they say.” She shrugged, acting strangely calm considering she just put a scorch mark on his door and threatened to melt it down mere moments earlier.

He smiles, voice proud "Despite his lack of depth perception Shoto is exceptionally good at compensating for it. Now, sister, please put down the photographs before you damage them, the glass will begin to melt soon."

"Shoto seems to have some trauma from his brother's death, struggles to use his Fire. Touya-" he taps the corresponding photograph's glass, something near condescending in his tone. As though Emirko would be at fault for not knowing the names of children she had never met, "immolated himself in a horrific training accident. I thought Shoto was too young to understand it, but it seems he internalised the dangers of his Fire more than we anticipated."

"I'll be blunt and just ask it, since civil discussion with you never goes anywhere. Have you ever put your hands on your wife or kids in any capacity at any point in their lives?" Emirko asked, turning out her pockets and running her hand down her shirt to prove she wasn't wired. "Im not asking you as a hero, I'm not trying to get dirt on you for some big expose. I just wanna know. Im asking as your- ...well I don't know if you respect me enough as your sister for that to matter. But its true. I don't want this to be a conversation between Mag-Ma'am and Endeavor, this is Emirko and Enji."

"Alright. I admit, that when training my children to be the heroes they wish to be, I have struggled with overestimating their abiities. I have pushed them too far and each day I feel shame at how I have failed them." His brow furrows, jaw set. His eyes skip to the photograph of Touya. He swallows around a lump in his throat.

She was Yaoma Todoroki. Brother to Enji Todoroki, student in UA's heroics Class 1-B. Being in 1-A Enji could finally escape his life in Yaoma's shadow, especially with his disgraceful relationship with one of Enji's classmates. Till rumors started that he was simply holding back, that he'd easily be in 1-A if he used his powers to full extent. And the worst part? Enji knew it was true, he had seen Yaoma at full flame, and it was a horrifying sight.

But then, a silver lining. Yaoma become Emirko, and Enji finally had a leg up on her. He was the normal one, he was the one who could have good, strong kids for his family. He was the better one. Emirko was just...some woman. That's all she was now. In her last act of sibling love to Enji, she gave him a one way ticket to superiority. And the two never contacted one another again, they'd see each other in the news and occasionally have to come up with a random excuse as to why they never worked together as heroes, but that was the extent of it. Until now.

Enji was sitting in his office, shifting through paperwork and casualty reports, when he got a call from his receptionist:

"Endeavor, sir, Pro Hero Mag-Ma'am is here to see you...she looks very angry. And- I'm pretty sure that's Eraserhead watching her from across the road."

"My partner's whereabouts are none of Endeavor's concern. He needs to worry about me melting his door off if I'm not in his office in the next 5 minutes." Emirko hissed, her voice coming over there phone dripped in venom and aimed right for her brother.

Endeavor glares, massaging the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"Send her in. I can handle whatever she wishes to say." He mutters, he did not enjoy speaking to his sister, and believed she felt the same. Whilst she was a peer, he judged her harshly for refusing to use her quirk to its fullest. On occasion he would wonder if Shoto had inherited the trait from wherever Emirko had gotten it from, the want to be lesser than how they were created. He tucks away his paperwork into the top drawer of his desk.

“I watched the sports festival last week. Debut of your youngest son, no?” She hummed, her arms crossed as she stared down at him. She noticed the picture in the desk, picking it up and inspecting it with a critical eye. She immediately noticed the bruise, god she wished she had noticed it all sooner.

“Cute kid. Bet you were happy with how he came out.” She commented snidely, setting the picture frame back exactly where she picked it up from. “But Yknow, he seemed kinda off. And the stuff that green haired boy was saying to him…well it raised a few questions. I figured no better source than the horses’s mouth, as they say.” She shrugged, acting strangely calm considering she just put a scorch mark on his door and threatened to melt it down mere moments earlier.

He smiles, voice proud "Despite his lack of depth perception Shoto is exceptionally good at compensating for it. Now, sister, please put down the photographs before you damage them, the glass will begin to melt soon."

"Shoto seems to have some trauma from his brother's death, struggles to use his Fire. Touya-" he taps the corresponding photograph's glass, something near condescending in his tone. As though Emirko would be at fault for not knowing the names of children she had never met, "immolated himself in a horrific training accident. I thought Shoto was too young to understand it, but it seems he internalised the dangers of his Fire more than we anticipated."