Toya & Tira- 23 Years Old

Fuyumi- 22 Years Old

Natsuo- 19 Years Old

Shoto- 15 Years Old

Tira paced nervously in her father's office waiting for Shoto to arrive, he was going to be starting his internship with their father. She was worried about how well they'd get along. She could see that her father was trying to make amends though none of her brother's seemed to notice or care. Every few seconds she'd run to the wall of windows and cup her hands around her eyes to peer through the tinted glass to the street below in search of her youngest brother.

Enji sat at his desk and looked up as Tira raced to the window for the fifth time in two minutes. "I can pull a chair up to the window for you." He offered her.

Tira jumped at the sudden sound of his voice before blushing embarrassed that she'd been caught and shyly shook her head before leaving the window. She reluctantly took a seat across from him at his desk realizing her pacing must have interrupted his work.

Enji sighed. He hadn't meant to make her stop what she was doing, he'd just been trying to help. "When your brother gets here, did you want to join us on a patrol?" He'd been letting her help out more around the agency and was allowing her to accompany him on his patrols.

At first, he'd been worried it might be too stressful for her but she handled it well. She was a natural when it came to hero work. Her quirk was powerful and she'd assisted him a few times. She was quite possibly more helpful than any of his sidekicks, she was so observant and knew when to help and when to stay back. Despite her progress, she still shied away from people and would hide behind him if anyone tried to approach her. If he hadn't broken her as a child, she could have been a great hero, she'd easily have surpassed him. If only he hadn't been so hard on her when she was younger.

Tira noticed the faraway look in her father's eyes. There was guilt, anger and self-loathing revealed in his gaze. He hadn't responded when she nodded her head in answer to his question. Frowning, she reached across the large desk and placed her hand atop his. Enji snapped out of his self-loathing thoughts and looked to Tira's small pale hand lying atop his. He smiled and turned his hand over to squeeze her hand.

"You must solely take after your mother; you are much too pure and good to have taken after me in anyway." He murmured as he released her hand.

Tira frowned again as she tried to think of some trait she'd inherited from him to make him feel better, "...I can be pretty stubborn..."

Enji chuckled at this, "I very much doubt that."

Tira folded her arms in front of her chest and sat up a little straighter, "I can so." She protested, as if to prove her point, causing her father to laugh.

"Alright, you win." Enji smiled and reached out to ruffle her frosty white hair. "Thank you, Tira."

Tira smiled.

The door to the office opened and Tira turned with a smile as her youngest brother stepped into the room. Her smile faltered as she saw the dark look on his face upon seeing their father. Shoto looked as if he were feeling a mixture of determination and rage. He was here, begrudgingly because he knew it was the best opportunity, despite his hatred for their father. His heterochromatic orbs fell on his elder sister and his gaze softened. He hadn't been expecting her to be here.

"What are you doing here, Nee-san?" He asked her softly.

Tira looked back at her father, he was tense. He didn't know how to act in front of Shoto, it was something she noticed he struggled with a lot. He had no idea how to behave around his children. He was worried about doing or saying the wrong thing and it led to him sounding angrier and coming across as hostile and awful.

Enji cleared his throat, "she's been learning about the family business." His tone came out much harsher and gruffer than he'd intended. It sounded like an attack.

Shoto scowled at his father, "don't speak for her."

Tira sighed, things were not off to a good start. She looked between her father and her youngest brother with a wary expression ready to jump in if things got violent. They both noticed Tira's slight frame tense and felt sick with themselves for their behavior as they realized, simultaneously, they'd put her on edge. They both cleared their throats and straightened up.

Deciding to try again. Enji stood a little straighter and looked to his youngest son, "you're finally ready to walk down the path of the mighty." He began confidently but faltered as he noticed Tira slowly shaking her head at his tone and choice in words.

"I have no intention of following any path you've created. Only I can decide my future." Shoto replied in a cool tone.

Tira started to feel uneasy, afraid their father might lose his temper. She chanced a glance in his direction and relaxed a little as she realized he wasn't upset. He was still struggling with how to communicate with his youngest child.

Their father let out a dry humorless laugh, "Is that so?" he smirked, "you should go get ready. We're going out."

"Where to?" Shoto asked warily.

"It's time I show you what it means to be a hero." Enji smirked.

Shoto looked to his older sister curiously. "What about Tira?"

Enji looked to Tira curiously.

She smiled, "I'll go too."

Enji nodded.

Shoto hesitated, worried about his older sister. Tira had been doing much better, perhaps it would be alright. He reluctantly went to change out of his school uniform and into his hero costume. Once he'd gone, Enji turned to his eldest daughter.

"Well? How did I do?" He asked somewhat nervously.

Tira pursed her lips, "not well."

Enji sighed, "I'm trying."

Tira offered him a small smile, "I know."

"Stay close to your brother, while we're out." He ordered her, knowing Tira was strong enough to keep them out of danger and Shoto would also be observant enough to keep Tira from injuring herself.

Tira nodded and followed him to the door, smoothing out her simple pale grey dress as she trailed along behind him. They met Shoto in the main lobby and the three of them headed out into the early evening.

Enji talked as they walked explaining as he went about the textbook basics of being a hero and the principles. Tira glanced over at her younger brother and smiled softly as she realized he was listening, though he looked annoyed to be in their father's presence, he was taking his words to heart. Their father had an abundance of knowledge on all the laws, rules and principles of being a hero.

Their first night on patrol was pretty uneventful. The most exciting thing that happened was an elderly woman who tripped and dropped her bag in a river, though Tira managed to freeze the entire river before it could fall in making it easy for Shoto to walk across it pick up the bag and return it to the woman after making sure she was alright. Shoto was amazed by the level of control his eldest sister had over her quirk and how powerful it was.

After a long night of patrolling, they returned to the agency, Enji dismissed them to their temporary rooms at the agency, where they'd all be staying during Shoto's internship. Shoto and Tira had dinner together before Shoto retired to turn in for the night.

Unable to sleep, and knowing their father would still be hard at work in his office, Tira headed through the mostly empty halls to her father's office. "Judi, can you make me some tea?" She heard her father's voice from within his office calling out to his personal assistant.

Tira shook her head, Judi, his personal assistant, had gone home at six, it was now nearly midnight. She retreated to the small kitchen area where there was supplies and appliances to make tea and coffee. She'd watched Judi make tea a few times and knew how to prepare it. She filled the old cast iron kettle with water and set it atop the heating element to boil it. As the water boiled, she prepared the tea leaves in the serving kettle atop the little circular tray Judi always used to carry food and beverages into her father's office.

The kettle whistled when it was ready and Tira reached over to grab it. There was a strange sound as her hand came into contact with the cast iron handle, it sounded like a sizzling sound. As she poured the hot water into the serving kettle she frowned as the smell of burning flesh filled the air around her. She set the kettle down and grimaced as she looked at the palm of her hand to the bubbled up burned flesh in a perfect line from the cast iron kettle's handle. Tira finished preparing the tea, unphased by the third degree burn on her hand. As she picked up the tray and carried it toward her father's office, she realized she'd forgotten to use the towel to pick up the kettle like Judi always did.

She stepped into her father's office and saw him sifting through various reports, applications and even fan mail scattered atop his desk. She set the tray down on the only bare patch of desk. Enji looked up and was startled to see his eldest daughter instead of his personal assistant.

"Tira? Where's Judi?"

"She went home six hours ago." Tira noted as she poured the tea into a teacup.

Enji looked to the clock on the wall and frowned. "I must have lost track of time." He muttered to himself before glancing at his daughter's hand to the fresh wound on her palm. "Did you burn yourself?"

Tira almost hid her hand behind her back before sighing and extending it to him so he could see. She knew it was pointless to hide it. "I forgot Judi always uses a towel to pick up the kettle." She mumbled softly as her father lightly caught her wrist in his hand so he could inspect her wound.

Enji frowned as he looked at the dark almost black line across her palm and fingers, it was a dark deep purple almost black in the center of the wound where she'd made direct contact. The skin faded to a lighter purple into a vibrant red. If she had the ability to feel she'd be in immense pain. He sighed. "We should go to the hospital."

Tira shook her head.

Enji sighed, he knew she wouldn't want to go. The hospital was a trigger for her, she was sometimes even reluctant to visit her mother because of it. "I'll call your doctor to come look at it, if he thinks you should go to the hospital we're going, if not we don't have to go." He tried to reason with her.

Tira reluctantly accepted with a faint nod as she dropped into the chair across from him. "Sorry. I was just trying to help."

Enji groaned inwardly, he'd successfully upset her. "You're a big help and the tea smells wonderful, maybe even better than Judi's tea." He tried to make amends as he texted Tira's doctor.

Tira slumped into her chair and looked to her blackened and blistered hand. She felt so helpless and incompetent. She couldn't even make tea properly without causing trouble. Enji sipped at the tea Tira had made hoping it would make her feel better. He looked at the tea after taking a drink before looking to his morose daughter. It was perfect.

"It is better than Judi's tea." He said in awe before chuckling softly, "let's not tell her though."

A small ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of Tira's lips.

"Thank you for the tea."

Tira smiled.

Her doctor arrived within twenty minutes. He checked her vitals, cleaned the burn, applied a topical cream, bandaged it and gave her some antibiotics to take as a precaution. He assured them she didn't need to go to the hospital and instructed Enji on how to properly clean and bandage the burn to prevent an infection before taking his leave.

"You should get some sleep." Enji suggested once her doctor had gone. He noticed her demeanor shift and a mournful look cross her face. Her dark steel eyes filled with sorrow. "You still have trouble falling asleep without Toya?" He asked softly as he mentally kicked himself. It was his fault his children were so broken. He'd practically pushed Tira and Toya into this twisted taboo relationship.

Tira nodded.

Enji felt sick with guilt. This was all his fault. The twins' incestuous feelings, Rei being sick, Toya leaving home, Tira being broken, Natsuo avoiding him, Shoto defying him and Fuyumi nearing her breaking point trying to keep everyone together, he was responsible for it all. He'd successfully destroyed his family.

"I'm sorry, Tira."

Tira looked to her father curiously and felt her heart grow heavy as she noticed the look of guilt and self-loathing on his face. She chewed on her lip unsure of what to do before getting out of her seat and moving to his side. She hesitated next to his chair before slowly hugging him.

"I know." Her voice was whisper soft. "I forgive you, Dad."