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The hallway's temperature was rising rapidly.
Endeavor looked at the boy standing in front of him.
A child who had just fought sixty-seven students, was now standing in a hallway, staring down the Number Two Hero like he had every right to be there.
Endeavor laughed at his audacity.
"You think beating a bunch of children makes you better than ?" Endeavor said as his flas burning brighter. He took a step forward. The concrete beneath his boot cracked from the heat. "You think that little performance out there ans anything? You fought students. Kids playing hero in a jungle. I've fought villains that would reduce you to ash before you could blink."
He leaned down, bringing his face closer to Akira's. The flas on his beard roared, casting harsh orange light across the boy's features.
"You're strong for your age, I'll give you that. But don't confuse a school tournant with reality, boy. The gap between you and is massive."
Akira didn't react, as all that heat did nothing to him. Instead, he just looked at Endeavor with a blank face.
Because sothing was happening that neither of them expected.
Akira's body began to radiate.
Akira's red flas began to act on its own... A slow, building pressure that filled the hallway with a warmth that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with sothing older, sothing ancient.
Endeavor did not feel it, but his flas responded.
It started as a small flicker. The fire on Endeavor's left shoulder shirking a little. He didn't notice it at first — his own flas were always burning, and always under his absolute control. His Hellfla quirk was one of the most powerful fire-based abilities in the world afterall.
But it was wavering now.
The flas on his right arm dimd, then the fire along his jawline shrank.
Endeavor froze as his eyes widened with confusion.
What is happening?
He looked down at his hands. The flas on his palms, which should have been burning, were slowly dying. He tried to push more power into them, but, surprising him even more, his flas resisted.
His own quirk was resisting him!
The flas didn't want to burn. Not here. Not in this hallway. Not in the presence of whatever was radiating from the boy in front of him.
Endeavor's jaw tightened. He pushed harder. His body temperature spiked. The veins on his neck bulged as he forced every ounce of his willpower into maintaining his fire.
The flas steadied. They burned at half their normal intensity.
And that was when Endeavor understood.
His flas weren't malfunctioning. They weren't being suppressed. They weren't being attacked or countered, or negated.
No, it was sothing much simpler than that.... they were afraid.
His fire was bowing down. The way a lesser fla yields to a greater one.
The way a torch dims in the presence of the sun.
He had spent his entire life chasing All Might. The Symbol of Peace for which he had sacrificed everything — his marriage, his children, his humanity — trying to create a fla hot enough to surpass that man. He had broken Shoto trying to forge the weapon he himself could never be.
And now he was standing in a school hallway, watching his life's work tremble in front of a fifteen-year-old boy who wasn't even trying.
Endeavor stared at Akira.
What kind of quirk does this boy have?
He had studied fire quirks his entire life. But this did not make any sense.
He opened his mouth to speak, unfortunately.... he ssed with the wrong kid.
A figure appeared behind him.
CRACK.
A flying kick connected with the side of Endeavor's face.
Endeavor's head snapped to the side, and his body followed. The Number Two Hero was sent flying sideways into the concrete wall.
Endeavor slid to the ground, his back hit the wall as it cracked..... slowly he looked up.
Honoka Shuzenji stood in the hallway.
She was wearing a simple dress and heels. Her hair was down. She looked like she had just left the VIP box — which she had.
Her leg was still extended from the kick.
"Stay away from my son," she said, "you disgusting pig."
Her voice was cold. The voice of a woman who had built a dical empire, who had raised a child alone after losing the man she loved, and who had absolutely zero patience for a man who treated people like breeding stock.
Endeavor's flas flared. He pushed himself off the wall, his face darkened with rage.
"You dare-"
"Yeah," Honoka said, cutting him off without blinking. "I dare."
She stepped forward toward him and stopped right in front of him, glaring at him.
"And if you ever try to pull sothing like this again," she continued, her voice dropping to a tone that could have frozen Endeavor's flas better than any ice quirk, "I will bankrupt your hero agency."
Endeavor's mouth closed.
"I will find every piece of debt your agency has. I will buy your sponsors. I will pull your funding streams one by one until your agency is nothing but a na on an empty building."
She took another step.
"Then I will take your family away from you. Every legal avenue available to — and believe , Enji, there are many — I will use. I know what you've done to your wife. I know what you've done to your children. The things Rei endured. The things your kids endured. The things you call 'training' that the rest of the world would call abuse."
Endeavor's flas dimd. Not from Akira's presence this ti. From sothing else entirely.
"I will make you so broke that you will spend the rest of your miserable life paying off a debt you never owed . You will live on the streets, will watch everything you built crumble. And when you're sitting in the gutter, wondering where it all went wrong, I want you to rember this mont."
"I want you to rember that Honoka Shuzenji — the woman who chose the 'loser'. A man who was 100 tis the man you are, the woman who refused your pathetic offer, the woman whose son just outshone every fire user in the country on live television — was the one who ended you."
Silence.
The hallway was absolutely still. The students of Class 1-A who had been watching from down the corridor were frozen in place. Mina had her phone out but had forgotten to press record.(Dumb bitch) Kaminari's brain had sohow unfired itself enough to process what was happening. Iida was standing at attention, unsure whether to intervene or salute.
Endeavor stared at Honoka.
He knew her. Not well — they had t only a few tis, decades ago, when he had approached her with his marriage proposition. She had been young then. Polite in her refusal. Firm, but not hostile.
There was nothing polite about her now.
And he knew she wasn't bluffing. The Shuzenji family's financial reach was enormous. Honoka had turned Recovery Girl's modest dical practice into a healthcare empire that spanned half of Japan. She had connections in every industry that mattered.
If she wanted to destroy him financially, she could. Not quickly. Not easily. But she could. And looking into her eyes right now, Endeavor could see that she would enjoy every second of it.
He said nothing, and he simply walked down the hallway without another word. His footsteps echoed against the concrete.
He didn't look back.
The corridor was quiet until his footsteps faded completely.
Then Honoka exhaled. Her shoulders dropped. The fury drained from her face, replaced by sothing softer — exhaustion, relief, and the quiet satisfaction of a mother who had just kicked the Number Two Hero in the face on live stadium caras.
She turned to Akira.
He was staring at her with an expression she had never seen on his face before.
My mom, Akira, thought, is so badass....
Honoka walked over to him, examined his face for injuries, checked his bandaged hand, brushed ash off his shoulder, and then pulled him into a hug.
"I don't care if you're the Symbol of Fear," she whispered into his hair. "You're still my baby."
Akira hugged her back.
Behind them, the students of Class 1-A stood in stunned silence.
Mina had finally rembered to hit record, alas it was too late. "No! N0! NO! NO! I missed it. I MISSED THE WHOLE THING!"
"I saw everything," Sero said, grinning. "I will rember it forever."
"She kicked Endeavor," Kaminari said, his brain slowly rebooting.
"And he left," Jiro added quietly. "He actually left."
Iida was struggling with himself. On one hand, assaulting a pro hero was technically illegal. On the other hand, Endeavor had been verbally abusing a student in a school hallway. On the third hand — if he had a third hand — that kick had been really, really clean.
"I will... choose not to report this," Iida said wisely.
Kirishima, who had arrived just in ti to see the kick, wiped a tear from his eye.
"That," he said, his voice cracking, "was the manliest thing I have ever seen."
Nobody disagreed.
Even the author nodded, "Type shit."
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