Enji

The brute is /not/ happy. Shoto is still not taking his calls.

Young bird from dealing with him as well. He politely declined the invitation and slipped his gauntlets back on before securing them in place. No use dawdling. He’d might as well patrol again before heading back to his empty home

To wallow. All he could do was just move forward, and protect the ones he loved from himself. His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He unlocked it and saw a message from Hawks. It was an invite to spend some casual time. He sighed. He would protect the kind—

What Shoto is doing. He hopes he’s having a good day, and working hard. He’s also thinking about Natsuo, Fuyumi…Touya..Rei. The guilt was ever-present as a low-buzz that enshrouded his consciousness. His entire reality..all of it was his fault. So, he had no time—

The brute is currently in his office. These contracts just keep flowing. He sometimes spends more time on paperwork than he does in the field. Merch, appearances, security jobs, etc. Signing the last contract, he’s now clicking his pen absentmindedly. He wonders—