One Last Chance

Winner Winner

"C'mon Big guy. It's been over three hours, you gotta eat something."

Since Keigo had picked Enji up from the hospital, in which he sadly arrived in thirty minutes rather than twenty, all the flame user had done was cry his heart out. The minute Keigo had parked in front of the Todoroki estate, Enji had run in crying, then locking himself in his room, refusing to come out or let Keigo in. On the car ride, he was at least able to give Keigo the gist to as what happened after he left.

To say he's pissed is an understatement.

Keigo isn't saying what Enji did in the past isn't wrong, and yeah, the hero commission, CPS or the hospital wouldn't be entirely in the wrong for keeping an eye on him for a bit, but rather that, or even at least giving him shared custody, they decide to force Enji to stay away from his child or else there'll be legal repercussions.

And now with the loss of his child, for the second time, has caused the man to shut down, refusing to do anything or see anyone. Keigo had even tried to bribe him with bringing in Shoto but all he was met with was silence.

Just like right now.

"At the very least drink some water."

Still silence.

With a huff, Keigo sends two feathers through the crack of the door. "That's it Big guy, no more Mr. Nice Hawks." Keigo can feel his feathers burning away but it's too late, by the time they are both singed away, Keigo can hear the satisfying click of the lock.

Keigo slides the door open, ready to take a hit from the burly man, but instead, said man sits on his futon silently. "Hey Big guy, you alright?" Keigo assumes that Enji is crying silently, refusing to face him because of his whole masculinity complex. But as the winged hero walks closer, the sight he sees is entirely not what he expected. Enji sits in a fetal position, his eyes red and puffy from the continues crying, tear stains run down his cheeks. But what stands out is how he holds his shirt in is hands, and he stares at it with a confused expression. Keigo kneels down at Enji's side, who still doesn't give the other even a glance, even as he places a hand on his back and wraps a wing around Enji's side, pulling the bigger man closer.

Upon a closer look, Keigo can see that Enji's shirt is ripped. "What happened here? Got some anger pent up?" Enji grunts at Keigo's little playful comment, and surprisingly he speaks up. "I don't know what had happened, my shirt had just ripped open upon my chest area, but then for some reason it started loosen up a bit around my arms." Enji explains, then he goes quiet again to stare at his shirt again. Keigo looks at the shirt too, but seeing that it wouldn't change either way, he moves his eyes to Enji's body.

He looks the same at first glance, clear milky skin with a scar here and there, his big pouty lips that form a pout, like right now, red hair that spikes up, but the gel had worn off a bit ago, so strands of hair fall onto Enji's face. And his chest, Enji's giant chest, and with the shirt off it's even better. Keigo can't help but follow the bead of sweat that rolls down from his neck and in between the two mounds, getting lost in the process. Then there's his scar, the one that adorns his face as a reminder of his battle against the nomu.

But it's different. It's not noticeable unless you've looked at the man's face for a long, long time, but the scar is faded, but only slightly. Then Keigo starts looking over the man's body with more interest in what has changed, rather than how it looks. His milky skin is lighter, less scars on his body to the point that there are practically none. His hair and eyes seem brighter, livelier. When his eyes wonder down, Keigo has to swallow a lump that forms in his throat. Enji's chest was already huge to start with, but now his chest, or boobas, as Keigo likes to call them, look enormous. Beforehand, Keigo would think in his mind that the boobas were so big, they could compete with a woman's triple D. But now a competition isn't even in the question. Anyone can see that these are mountains that hang on the man's chest. But as Keigo stares, he takes note of how the boobas look, bloated. As if something was filling up inside of that chest waiting to pour out.