Enji was just off from work, paperwork was backing him up and only just managed to get off.
He comes in with a small sigh. . Wait. . What's that smell--?
Hes heading to the kitchen--
⠀
after a lot of hours of sweat and tears … the cake for her father is finally done!
placing the cake on the kitchen table, she sigh— wiping the sweat off of her forehead with a smile!
Hes not smoked since his 20's. . . But the long streak of not doing it didn't mean the man didn't have any quams in breaking it.
He lights the cigarette with his finger before taking a long drag. .
Grinning, little arms wrapping around his father in a hug attempt.
❝ now I’m gonna draw you lots and lots of pictures! You’ll have a whole wall. ❞
Ah. Wishful thinking.
Enji paused, pen stopping upon the paper he was writing on. He hadn't even noticed his daughter come in, with a glance towards his work before back at her.
" Ah, no im not, what is it? "
Endeavor, staring at the drawing his now youngest son gives him.
Knowing full well, once the quirk wears off. . He'll have a physical reminder, right in his hands, of how good life could have been.
And of the life he destroyed in pursuit of a hopeless dream.