Toya & Tira- 23 Years Old

Fuyumi- 22 Years Old

Natsuo- 19 Years Old

Shoto- 15 Years Old

"Where's Tira?" Enji asked his youngest daughter curiously as he stepped into the dining room for breakfast and found his two youngest sons giving him the cold shoulder and Tira's chair empty.

Fuyumi looked up from the skillet of breakfast hash she'd been whipping up and frowned as she realized she hadn't seen Tira yet this morning. "Shoto, I thought you went to wake her up?" Fuyumi looked to the youngest Todoroki child curiously.

"She wasn't waking up." Shoto replied with a shrug, more accurately when he had tried to wake her up, she cocooned herself in blankets and buried her head under a pillow.

"What?" Enji paled, fearing the worst, and bolted for Tira's bedroom. Had he been mistaken? When she'd snapped at him and Shoto the other day was it a cry for help and not her sticking up for herself? "Tira!" He threw her bedroom door open.

The small bundle atop the canopy bed, cocooned in blankets, let out some kind of squeaky whine and rolled over burrowing further under pillows and plushies as if to block out the noise. The blinds were all pulled tight blocking out all light. Enji flipped on the light switch flooding the room with bright light. The bundle let out another sound of protest and managed to bury itself further in the plush pile.

"Tira?" Enji stepped forward.

He heard some kind of soft grumble from within the mountain of soft pillows and plushies. How bad was it?

Not knowing what state he'd find her in, he hurriedly began sifting through the plushies and pillows trying to unbury her praying she hadn't overdosed again. "Tira?"

"Loud." Came her soft grumble of protest as she tried to squirm away from him.

"What?" Enji managed to find a foot in the pile and gently tugged on it pulling her free of her plush fort.

"Ah. Bright." Tira whined and clamped her eyes tightly shut before throwing her arms over her head in an attempt to block the light and the noise.

Enji stared down at her blankly. The faint scent of alcohol permeated the air. "Have you been drinking?" He asked her incredulously.

"Loud." Tira whimpered again.

Enji had no idea how to react to this, it appeared Tira was hungover. He wasn't sure if he should be angry, concerned or laugh at the absurdity of sweet Tira getting drunk. Noting the pallor of her skin, he sighed and swept her into his arms. She was going to be sick soon. He carried her into her bathroom and deposited her on the soft plush rug in front of the toilet before going to get her a glass of water and some aspirin. Even if Tira lacked the ability to physically feel, it would help her get better faster.

When he returned to her room, he grimaced as he heard her throwing up in the bathroom. He set the water and aspirin down on her writing desk before steeling himself and stepping into the bathroom. He'd never been good at being around people getting sick but he didn't want her to be alone when she felt so miserable. Hesitantly he stepped into the bathroom. His stomach churned as Tira threw up. Finding his resolve, he moved toward her and pulled her hair back before rubbing her back soothingly in an attempt to help.

After expelling the contents of her stomach into the toilet, Tira felt exhausted and miserable. Her head felt hazy, the room was spinning, everything seemed like it was too loud and too bright and it made her feel sick again. Enji sat her on the countertop next to the sink and made sure she was steady before going to retrieve the water and aspirin.

He handed it to her. She stared blankly at the pills and water he offered her. He sighed, "take these, it'll help."

Tira blinked at him as if not quite understanding but did as she was bid. After she'd taken the pills and downed the water, Enji pointed to the shower and left without a word. He still wasn't sure how he was supposed to be reacting to this. If he'd ever thought one of his children would sneak out of the house in the middle of the night and get drunk, Tira's name wouldn't have even crossed his mind. Shocked to find her in such a state and still processing, he walked over to her bed as he heard the shower start up. He fixed the pile of plushies and pillows and pulled back the covers. It would probably be for the best if she stayed in bed until she felt better and it would give him time to figure out how he was supposed to address the matter.

He found her a fresh pair of pajamas and tossed them into the bathroom through the partially cracked door before sitting at the foot of her bed. He dropped his head into his hands and sighed. It felt wrong to be angry at her for her behavior. She was an adult, so legally there wasn't anything wrong with her drinking, but she was also very emotionally unstable and needed nearly constant supervision. He frowned at this thought, she was only emotionally unstable because of him. She'd been doing much better lately, so maybe it wasn't a bad thing, but she still should have let someone know where she was going.

The shower cut off and a few minutes later Tira stepped out of the bathroom in the pale blue pajama set he'd thrown into the bathroom after her. Her hair was dripping wet. She looked to be feeling a little bit better but still not at her best

Enji sighed and got up before pointing at the bed, "back into bed."

Tira looked at him curiously.

"Tira, get back into bed." He repeated softly not sure if she had heard him.

Tira hesitantly moved toward her bed. She crawled back into bed and jumped as her father pulled the blankets over her. Enji sat on the edge of her bed not sure how to approach the subject.

"You're not one to sneak around at night." He frowned.

Tira paled.

Enji sighed, "...I'm not angry...I..." He paused trying to put his thoughts into words, "I worry about you..." This wasn't going well at all. He rubbed his temples and tried again. "Were you alone?"

Tira bit her lip and shook her head.

"Toya?" Enji asked curiously.

Tira nodded.

Enji thought for a moment. That was why she had such a bright look in her eyes, she'd seen Toya. Was that why she'd seemed to be doing miraculously better the past few days. "Has Toya visited you at the school?"

Tira nodded again.

"I see." Enji wasn't entirely sure if this was good news or bad news. He knew Toya would never let any harm come to her so she'd be safe with him but he also worried about Toya's inappropriate feelings toward Tira. He'd tried to confront him about it nearly two years ago after Tira had fainted, exhausting herself by trying to keep the peace between them. Toya lashed out at him even more when he tried to tell him his feelings for his sister were wrong. Before he'd fled, Toya swore he'd steal her away. Thinking back on the day, Enji felt sick with guilt. He'd pushed them to this. He pulled himself out of his reminiscing as he realized Tira was looking at him anxiously waiting for him to say something else. "I think seeing him has done you some good...you seem to be in better spirits..."

A small smile spread across her lips. It was the first time he could ever remember seeing her smile. Tears welled in his eyes and he threw his arms around her before he could stop himself. He felt her jump in surprise and hugged her close.

"Dad?" Her soft sweet voice was laced with concern and threatened to break him.

"I'm sorry." He slowly released her from his hold and made sure she was comfortable before getting to his feet. "Get some sleep." He straightened himself up and turned to leave.

Tira bit her lip before calling out to him, "Dad?"

Enji paused at her door and turned to her, "what is it?"

"Thanks for taking care of me." She said softly.

Enji smiled but wasn't sure how to convey his feelings. He wanted to reassure her that he'd always take care of her but he knew that wouldn't mean anything after all he'd done to her. Saying you're welcome felt too cold. He stuck with a nod of his head and left the room.

"Is Tira alright?" Fuyumi asked him looking worried as he returned. He'd been gone a long time; the younger Todoroki siblings were all starting to fear the worst.

"She's hungover." Enji sighed.

Natsuo choked on his orange juice. Shoto dropped his bite of food. Fuyumi gaped at her father. "What?!" They all exclaimed in unison as Natsuo and Shoto momentarily forgot they weren't speaking to their father.

Enji shrugged and went to get a cup of coffee. The notion of Tira sneaking out in the middle of the night and getting drunk enough to be hungover seemed too absurd it was amusing. He didn't want the others to see him crack a smile and think it was acceptable behavior so he pretended to sternly drink his coffee while the others processed what he'd said.