offers a soft, fragile smile from her seat It looks wonderful, Fuyumi.

Thank you, Mom. I just… wanted it to be nice.

Thank you, Fuyumi, for making the food. his voice is gruff, but the attempt at gentleness is unmistakable

Of course, Dad! she says with a bright, practiced smile, adjusting her glasses

sits in silence, poking at his rice with his chopsticks, his expression unreadable

Let’s just hurry up so I don’t have to be here for long. he mutters, not looking up from his plate, his knuckles white where he grips his utensils

flames on his face flicker slightly, but he says nothing, his jaw tight

I’ll get it! she pushes her chair back, her smile returning, a welcome distraction

is on his feet instantly, ice crystallizing on his right side, left flickering with heat

stands, his entire body erupting in controlled flame, his turquoise eyes sharp Fuyumi?

What are you doing here, villain?! his voice is a roar, the heat in the hallway spiking

positions himself between Dabi and his family, a wall of ice already forming at his fingertips

lets out a long, weary sigh, his heavy-lidded turquoise eyes sliding to the side This was a mistake. Why did I let you talk me into this?