Enji's perspective

Enji's pov:

It's been only a few days since Toya's funeral, but the weight of his loss is something I carry with me everywhere. 

The memory of his face as he tried to show me his training haunts me. He looked so determined, so eager to prove himself, but all I could see were his wounds the burns, the scars, the marks of my mistakes. 

I knew his quirk was powerful, but 'I pushed him too hard and demanded too much. If I had just listened and had been there when he needed me, could I have saved him?'

"You need to rest, Endeavor. You've barely slept since... since Toya." Said Arashi as he went away to take care of his siblings.

Every time I see Arashi, it's like looking at a ghost. They're so similar in so many ways both in their quirks and in their looks. 

But Toya is gone, and I'm left with the unbearable question of whether it's my fault. Did I drive him to his death by not being the father he needed? Did I push him too far, expecting him to surpass All Might, when all he wanted was my approval?

The worst part is that I can't even escape the thought that it's not my fault. Maybe if Toya hadn't been so fixated on outshining his siblings if he hadn't tried to attack Shoto… But no, it's no use. 

'I can't lay the blame anywhere else. I was the one who set this path for him. I was the one who demanded more than he could give, who overlooked his struggles, who saw only his potential and not his pain.'

And now, I'm paying the price.

"You've been staring at the same spot for minutes, go take your leisure on villains," said Arashi now leaning on a wall.

Arashi… He's almost reached his limits with his quirk. There's still potential in him he's faster, stronger, with an innate sense of battle that could rival the best of heroes but I don't want to train another Toya to death. 

The thought terrifies me. It haunts me. I can't bear to watch another son fall under the weight of my expectations. But what can I do? I can't just stop training him, can I? Not entirely. 

"You need to be prepared for the real world, for the dangers that lurk around every corner," I said glancing at him and prepared to do my work as a hero, to which he scoffed.

Maybe I'll send him to the U.A., and let them handle the rest of his training. They'll be able to guide and shape him without the baggage I bring. 

If necessary, I can teach him my signature move, the one that's kept me at the top for so long. That should be enough to keep him safe.

But in those quiet moments, I feel the loss more acutely when I'm alone. Toya was my son. My firstborn. The one I once believed would carry on my legacy. 

Despite everything, the disappointment, the anger, the harshness, I loved him in my way. But now he's gone, and with him, the future I envisioned for my family. 

The legacy I wanted to leave behind is in ruins, all I have left is the cold reality of my mistakes.

Regret. That's what lingers the most. I regret that I didn't do more to save Toya from himself. I regret that I didn't take the time to understand him and to be a father instead of just a trainer. 

'My obsession with surpassing All Might blinded me to what was before me. I was so focused on my goals that I forgot to be there for my son. And now, I'm paying the price for it.'

I try to be strong for my remaining children, but there's a distance between us now. I fear that I'll make the same mistakes with them, that I'll push them too hard, demand too much, and lose them the way I lost Toya. 

I shall try to focus on Shoto, the son who still has the potential to fulfill my dreams. But even that feels tainted by the loss of Toya. 

How can I look at Shoto and not see the son I failed? How can I push him to be better and stronger without driving him down the same path?

Arashi has been changing since Toya's death. I can see it in how he questions my gaze and how he's always with his siblings now. 

I don't need them anymore not for my plans, not for my legacy. But they're still my children, and even if I'm not a good father, I still have responsibilities to them.

'Responsibilities? You had responsibilities to Toya too'.

…. 

I don't need Arashi in hero work anymore. He's reaching his limits, and there's no point in pushing him further. But I can't just leave him be. 

His quirk is too recognizable. People will know who he is, and who his father is, making him a target. He needs to get his quirk license, at the very least, to defend himself if a villain comes after him.

But even as I think about this, my mind keeps drifting back to Toya, to the mistakes I made with him. 

I thought I could mold him into the perfect hero, one who would surpass All Might and bring our family the glory I craved. But I was wrong. All I did was drive him to his death. And now, I'm left with nothing but regret.

And then there's All Might. The Symbol of Peace. The one I've spent my entire career trying to surpass. 

But it's all slipping away. He's solving cases faster than ever, with that new sidekick of his, Nighteye. He got a clever detective for his muddy brain. With Nighteye by his side, All Might is unstoppable. 

The cases I used to solve and the recognition I used to get are all going to him now. I'm no longer the best. I'm no longer the hero that solves most cases. And I don't even care anymore.

Toya's death has shattered something inside me. I've concluded that I can't beat All Might without the right circumstances, not without the right heir. 

And now, with Toya gone, I don't even know if I want to try. What's the point? What's the end of any of it, if all I'm left with is this emptiness?

I try to focus on the future, and on what I can still do for my remaining children. But it's hard. So hard. The guilt, the regret, the overwhelming sense of failure it's all too much. I want to be a good father and do right by them, but I don't know how. Not anymore.

But I can't give up. I can't let Toya's death be in vain. I must keep going, for Shoto, Arashi, Natsuo, and Fuyumi. They need me, even if they don't want to admit it. 

And I need them. They're all I have left. My legacy may be in ruins, but I can still try to salvage something from the wreckage. I can still try to be a father, even if I don't know how.

So I'll keep going. I'll keep training Shoto, pushing him to be the best he can be. I'll ensure Arashi is safe, and that he has the skills he needs to survive in this world. And I'll try to be there for Natsuo and Fuyumi, however I can.

But the pain, the regret, it's always there. A constant reminder of what I've lost, of the son I failed to save. 

'Toya's death will haunt me for the rest of my life, a ghost that I can't escape, no matter how hard I try. And maybe that's the price I have to pay for my mistakes. Perhaps that's the punishment I deserve.'

But even amid all this pain, I know one thing for certain: I won't let Toya's death be in vain. I'll find a way to make it right, somehow. I have to. 

'For my family, my children, and the legacy I once dreamed of. Even if it's not the legacy I want now, it's still something. And that's all I have left to hold on to.'