Enji sat in the front room. The news quietly played on the TV in the background as he kept checking his phone and looking at every clock in the room and back to the door. It was unlike Kiyo to be this late. It was unlike Kiyo to leave the house for any reason after dinner, she usually did her running in the mornings. All of his other children had left dinner early, as seemed to be the custom anytime he joined them for dinner, and they'd all locked themselves in their rooms.

He looked up from his phone as the front door opened. Kiyo stepped out of her running shoes and Enji noticed her grey jacket was missing and there were blackened scorch marks on her arms. "Kiyo, what happened to your jacket?"

She paused, "...I lost it..."

"You lost it?" He repeated with a frown.

"...yes..."

"As in, it just disappeared off your person and walked away?" His frown deepened.

Kiyo didn't respond.

"You've never lost anything a day in your life." Enji pointed.

"...I'm sorry..." She bowed her head and attempted to scurry away, which was very unlike her. Out of all of his children, Kiyo had always been the one who seemed to enjoy being in his company.

"We're not done talking." Enji reprimanded her, stopping her dead in her tracks.

Kiyo tensed and turned to him. She could feel her calm cool composure starting to slip, there were cracks forming in her perfect mask. Cracks she couldn't afford for her father to see. He'd think her weak, she'd just be proving to him she was second best if she couldn't keep herself composed.

"What are those from?" He indicated the black scorch marks as he got up from his seat and came to a stop before her.

"My jacket."

"The one you lost?" Enji frowned.

Kiyo nodded.

"It self combusted before walking away?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest, towering over his petite daughter.

Kiyo hesitated.

"Well?" Enji scowled down at her menacingly. Why on earth was she being so difficult? She was never this difficult.

Kiyo unconsciously wrapped her arms around herself. She was making him angry. She'd messed up. She didn't know how to fix it.

"Kiyo!" Enji snapped, losing his patience as she seemed to withdraw into herself. Was she rebooting?! What the hell was wrong with his child.

Kiyo jumped at his raised voice. "...I'm sorry..." She said in the tiniest of voices.

"For what?!" Enji snapped again before trying to take a deep breath to calm himself.

"For losing my jacket." Kiyo piped up softly.

"That's not the issue we're discussing right now." Enji growled.

"...I'm sorry..." Kiyo repeated quietly.

"For what, now?" Enji nearly flew into a rage, it was taking everything he had to remain calm, he had no idea what had gotten into her or why she was acting so peculiarly.

"...I don't know...I'm just sorry..." Kiyo hugged herself tightly. Her stomach let out what she could only imagine was the equivalent of a whimper and she realized she hadn't eaten anything since lunch the day before and had used her quirk quite a bit earlier in the day at school and then again on her run. Her stomach protested again, violently. She suddenly felt light headed and faint.

"Kiyo?" Enji's anger dissipated as her eyes fluttered shut and she suddenly fell toward the floor. He caught her in his arms and stared down at her unconscious form in bewilderment, "what the hell is going on?" He growled as he swept her off her feet.

Kiyo's stomach let out the weakest, most pathetic of grumbles and he scowled down at his youngest child. At least there wasn't anything wrong with her other than her own negligence. He let out a sigh of annoyance as he carried her to the sofa. She'd worried him over something so trivial. He set her down on the sofa and draped a blanket over her before going to the kitchen.

He struggled to remember how to make rice porridge, the way Rei used to whenever the twins were feeling under the weather. It took him longer than he'd remembered it taking to prepare it before bringing the bowl into the front room where he'd left Kiyo. She was still unconscious.

He set the bowl on the end table next to her and gently shook her until she stirred awake. Kiyo looked up in surprise to see her father looming over her. He pulled her upright into a sitting position, waited a moment to make sure she wasn't going to fall over and pointed to the table.

Kiyo stared blankly at the bowl of rice porridge.

"Eat then go straight to bed." Enji growled.

Kiyo nervously picked up the bowl. "I'm sor-."

"Just eat." Her father cut her off.

She took a bite and resisted the urge to grimace, her father was a terrible cook. This was most definitely punishment and not a show of affection as she had hoped. Deciding she'd take her punishment gracefully, she finished the bowl without making a single face of disgust, for which she was pretty proud of.

"Go to bed." Enji grumbled once he realized she'd finished the bowl.

Kiyo jumped to her feet and looked down at the bowl in her hands. She hesitated and looked to the kitchen not sure if it was considered to be breaking his orders if she took the bowl to the kitchen and washed it first.

Noticing his youngest child was currently malfunctioning and going into some kind of overload over a bowl, Enji rubbed his temples with a sigh, "leave it and go to bed."

Kiyo stared at her father in awe, did he even know how to do dishes? She set the bowl on the table and opened her mouth to thank him but he cut her off with a sharp look and pointed in the direction of her room. She shut her mouth, bowed her head and scrambled to her room.