Pity the Flowers:POVs Endeavor x femreader!

pov: you console Enji as he mourns his failure

pov: you console Enji as he mourns his failure

genre: angst, fluff

disclaimer: I do not condone nor glamorize abuse. This is written for fiction's sake and the only intent is to entertain. This part does not contain the abuse but since this is part of the series I'm gonna keep putting the disclaimer. If you are in an abusive relationship, please leave. It will not get better.

dedicated to @lee_qairina

advisement: pls play the song in the background for full angst exposure

Baby I'm a firefighter, trapped in a burning house in a silent picture
-Cigarettes After Sex, I'm a Firefighter

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You watched how their training goes. You flinched whenever Enji hits Touya hard. Tiny arms of a barely 5 year old does not stand against a grown man as fit as your husband. You intervene. "Break time."

"The boy hasn't even started breaking a sweat!" Enji complained.

You ignore the dunderhead. 4 weeks passed by since the argument regarding Touya's welfare and you find it difficult to interact with him. If there was one thing you're good at, it's acting cold. You walk to your son, a hand to wipe his face. You tutted at the bruise on Touya's arms. "Hand-to-hand combat should be when he's older."

Enji crosses his arm. "My house, my rules."

"Oh yeah? My womb, my son." You retorted tartly.

"I'm okay, mom!" Touya smiles at you cutely. "I'm gonna be super strong!"

"Of course, you are." You pat his head. "But resting is just as important as training. Too bad your dad doesn't understand that." You wave a hand to freeze Enji's legs.

He melts the ice with just an exhale of his breath, and then sneering. "Childish."

You glared daggers at him." You're very mature yourself." Smiling sarcastically, you start to lead Touya out of the dojo.

"Mom, are you fighting with dad?" Touya asks, eyes threatening into a blubbering mess.

"No." You smile down at your cute brat. "Daddy's annoying but don't worry, we're not fighting."

"Oh, good." Touya breathes a sigh of relief. "Will dad stop sleeping at the guest room now?"

Casually, Enji snakes an arm around your waist, you let out a huff of frustration. "Of course."

"Fu-" You stop mid-sentence, seeing that Enji raised an eyebrow at you. His eyes flickered to your son then back at you innocently. "Fine."

"Yay!" Touya cheered, oblivious to his dad's manipulation.

"How about you sleep with us, baby?" You lift up Touya and snuggled his poofy cheeks against yours. "We can stay up playing until midnight."

Touya gasped. "Really?!"

You turn up your nose, breaking away from Enji. That should wipe the smirk off his face. You can also play this game.

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"Your wife keeps killing the flowers, sir." The gardener approached his employer; he thumbs the strawhat idly. "Made her mad, did you?"

"She's sulking over things she has no authority on." Enji grumbles; somehow this old man had become his confidant regarding his shrew of a wife.

"You best apologize soon; cold nights are lonely." The gardener advised. "Besides, hell hath no fury when a woman scorned."

"Oh let her try." He says with utmost confidence. There's no way you could get to him. "Not like she can do much."