Most children would go to their parent’s room after a nightmare to seek comfort, to curl up with one or both and be soothed, to reenter the land of dreams feeling safe and protected. But in this house the father works hard and takes care of the sickly mother, they both need their sleep to be ready for the next crisis. They can’t be entertaining children at 1 AM; that will just earn the children a scolding and a swift order to go back to bed.

    Good thing there’s two children in the house.

    “Niisama...Niisama...” The younger, only 7 years old, has crept into his older brother’s room and is shaking his arm. Big red eyes are teary, but trying to hold them back. He’s not a baby anymore! That’s not why he’s here! He’s...he’s here to make sure his brother is okay! Because he’s a hero and that’s what heroes do!

    There must be plenty of heroes that still have baby blanket and stuffed animals too! So what if he has them as well? Doesn’t make him a baby! The blanket is draped over skinny shoulders and the stuffed bunny is clutched tightly against his chest like a shield.

jikantid said ;   “ i’ve never had any sort of family before. ”

@jikantid​ said: 🔪 + Reverse hero Kai :,,,)

     It would be no understatement to say his daughter had… issues.  She could be quite the little gremlin, pulling tricks and egging people on.  Perhaps it wasn’t helped that Chisaki had taught her all the best places to attack to cause pain- though his intention was for her to protect herself.  Not this.

    Things had moved quickly, to the point that the hero was acting based off of instinct alone.  A parent-teacher conference was what started it.  The hero was forced to be there, in that disgusting place, listening to Eri’s teacher ramble on and on about misbehaviour.  He’d just begun to tune out when he noticed something.  His daughter, holding something concealed in her hand, slipping out of the chair.  Dread rose, so he moved forward right as Eri pulled her hand back and swung down towards the teacher’s arm.

    Hand, still fully gloved, outstretched.

    There was a sharp pain, and Chisaki registered the gasp from the teacher and the slight whimper from his daughter.  He made note of both of those things before he could even feel the blood start to drip down his gloved palm.  Start to stain the white fabric a vivid red.  The feeling made his skin crawl, but still he stood there.  Hand out.  Pen embedded into his palm.

    And he sighed.  “Yes, I understand the issue.  I’ll be working to correct it.”  His free hand went to the injured one, gripping the pen and pulling it free.  It was a bloody mess, and he tried to keep his gaze away from the hole in his hand.  Still, he almost absently dropped the pen back onto the desk, turning and starting out of the room.  “I believe I need to go get medical attention.  This meeting is done.  Come on Eri.”

    Yes, he could Overhaul his hand right there.  Yes, he could fix the problem and continue the conference.  But… he really.  Really just wanted to go home.  This was as good an excuse as any.  Though…

Eri doesn’t even have time to react before Yamikumo placed himself between her and the merchant about to snatch her. Fairies were rare around these parts, and worth alot of money because of their magic.

Quick as a viper and no less deadly, Yamikumo had the merchant’s hand in a bruising grip while he held a blade to the man’s throat, eyes narrowed into a steely glare.

“You try that again,” Yamikumo warned, voice dripping with venom, “and you’ll pull back with a stump, understand?”

Trembling like a leaf, the merchant stammered out a slew of half-formed excuses and apologies, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Slowly Yamikumo relaxed his grip and lowered the dagger, the merchant backing away the instant he was free to do so.

And then, like a flame snuffed out by a gust of wind, Yamikumo’s demeanor changed. Gaze and voice thawing, he turned to Eri in the same movement he sheathed the dagger on his hip.

Eri is just gonna fuking throws herself onto dabi because he's late and she missed him- (( me too asdf))

He really hadn’t expected to be tackled by a child, but then Eri was full of surprises. He laughed, caught off guard and infinitely amused that this tiny thing was so fearless.