For all his bragging, Endeavor's room isn't really that much different than all the other ones they've been through. It has all the same stuff – posters, pictures, holograms, weird items, half-scorched remains of his enemies, trivia contests, creepy wax statues and other bullshit Dabi isn't remotely interested in. The colour scheme is mainly navy blue and bright orange, which is horrendous, and there are fake flame throwers scattered around, which is even worse. The temperature in the room seems to be deliberately higher than everywhere else, which would be a clever little addition if it wasn't already so fucking hot outside.
Ironically though, the most baffling thing in the entire room has nothing to do with Endeavor at all.
"What is he doing here?" Endeavor growls, eyes narrowed into tiny slits as he glares at the man in front of him. The man that is so busy entertaining a crowd of starry-eyed children that he doesn't even notice their arrival.
Perhaps Rei was right. Dabi might end up enjoying this after all.
"Holy shit, is that Endeavor?!" one of the brats surrounding All Might suddenly exclaims, pointing a chubby finger at their fuming father. The other kids turn their heads towards them as well and the awe on their faces seems to be enough to momentarily calm Endeavor's growing ire.
Realizing they only have seconds before the inevitable disaster, Dabi grabs his brothers' hands and pulls them along as he hastily distances himself from his father. He notices with relief that Rei and Fuyumi also do the same, joining them just in time, because not a moment later Endeavor is mercilessly ambushed by a horde of screaming children.
"Are you really Endeavor?!"
"Where are your flames?! I want to see them!"
"Burn something for us!
"Why aren't you in your costume? Are you here on some secret mission?!"
"Is it true you eat naughty children?"
Endeavor fumbles under the assault of questions, looking as though he can't decide whether to be offended, flattered or both. He grumbles something under his nose, his lips twisting into a half-smile half-grimace, but begrudgingly begins to sign a myriad of strange things the kids demandingly shove at him. However, to the disappointment of both Dabi and his little fans, he doesn't set anything on fire.
(The mere concept of his father having fans is making Dabi sick, but he will forgive the poor children, for they are clearly still young and stupid. They're probably the kind of brats who would date a 'bad boy' because they're so sure they can fix him and then end up on the morning news. It's really more pitiful than annoying.)
"It is just me or is this really weird?" Natsuo whispers, his eyebrows furrowed as he watches the scene in front of them.
"It is really weird," Dabi confirms, and as though to prove his words, their father chooses this moment to hoist one of the kids up and put him on his hip so the kid's mum can take a picture. "If I see him smile, I might puke."
"I don't know, it's kind of sweet," Fuyumi protests, because of course she does, but there's something bitter in her tone that catches Dabi's attention.
Her gaze is locked on the starry-eyed boy in their father's arms, laughing and beaming and so obviously happy, and there's such raw longing in her eyes that Dabi has to look away. He didn't think he could hate Endeavor more than he already did, but it seems like the man always manages to surprise him.
"I didn't know people actually liked dad," Shouto muses, genuinely confused.
"It's 'cause they don't know him," Natsuo explains, continuing to half-glare at the small crowd. "If they did, they definitely wouldn't be asking him to burn anything."
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