Chapter 115: Birthday Present, Disgusting Feeling

I am aware that over the past two weeks, the episode release pattern has deteriorated. I will fix this. Here is yesterday's episode.

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"Dad, are you ready?" In the Todoroki house, Enji was standing on the second-floor steps. One leg is on the ladder, the other is on the floor in front of the stairs. He was staring at the room at the end of the stairs with his furrowed eyebrows.

There was no answer, all that was heard was the rustling of the clothes he was wearing. After a while, the door at the end of the stairs opened.

''I am ready. Are the others ready?" The door opened, and a handsome Yoshino appeared.

Yoshino was dressed in a white shirt and suit that fitted perfectly, revealing the sharp lines of his body. His shaven face was smooth, his messy, scruffy beard with Blake gone.

The beer belly had completely disappeared, replaced by stiff muscles. Judging by the overall build, he looked even better than before he wrestled with his emotions.

"Ready, Dad. Are... are you okay?" Enji lowered his head and spoke in an uncertain tone.

His father had collapsed in the last few months, just drinking, eating, and sleeping as if he had given up on life. He even went to the toilet only when necessary. The bathroom had never been used.

But in an instant, to be precise, he had come to his senses when Blake had visited them. He didn't know what had happened that day, but when he thought about what had happened the next day and what he had said, he was sure that Blake had done something.

He's been trying so hard to get himself together ever since. Especially after his mother's words, his dad devoted himself to improving his body.

Enji thought that this was more as an escape from healing his collapsing body, to get over the words of that day and not collapse again.

Luckily, the results were good, Yoshino was able to get out of the impact of Teka's words a little bit, and the light in his eyes came back. His posture was more confident and he had regained his soul.

''I'm fine. I should be fine. Today is a very important day for Teka. No matter how bad I am, I have to go there." Yoshino grabbed his jacket with his hands and arranged it. He combed his spiky hair with his hands.

It would be a lie if he said he wasn't excited. He had not seen Teka in a long time and was excited to meet her. He also realized that he had not participated in such events for himself or Teka for a long time.

No wonder Teka resents him. Now that he thinks about it, he hadn't been involved in any of her events for a long time. How stupid could he be? He knew how much she cared about small but important events in their relationship, like Teka's birthday. Although she didn't show it from the outside, she was looking forward to these days.

And like a fool, he was ignoring these days and not caring.

The reason behind Yoshino being so reckless was that their relationship with Teka lasted 67 years. After a certain year, these little things became less insignificant and forgettable for him.

Such activities, which were the spice of the relationship at first, began to seem more meaningless to Yoshino as time passed. The two had brought their lives together, they had a child and four grandchildren, some of whom would have given themselves even more grandchildren.

Their love for each other couldn't be muddy either. Once that was the case, he started ignoring the little things. Only now did he realize that he had made a big mistake.

After silently scolding himself as he had done a thousand times, he went down the stairs. He passed Enji, patted his shoulder, and spoke.

"Let's go and apologize to your mother. This time, as the men of the family, we are wrong." Despite being twice Yoshino's, Enji nodded when he felt his hand in his hand on his shoulder, lowering the figure and accepting it like an obedient child.

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"Don't cry anymore, honey. Today is supposed to be a happy day."

"Fuyumi, don't cry anymore. Your smile is the best thank you can give for this."

"I-I know but I'm so happy…" Fuyumi said with a sincere smile as she constantly wiped her tears with her palms, Teka and Blake trying to soothe her.

Blake handed her a napkin, then placed the plate on the table in front of her with a slice of cake on it. The slice of cake was filled with pieces of fruit and a variety of delicious creams, each layer hosting a different flavor and combining it all in one bite.

A few slices were missing from the large cake on the table. However, its general structure still stands, it did not lose a single piece of its beauty. The outside of the cake featured various fascinating shapes and pictures. None of the pictures were glued on, it was natural, obviously made by hand with cream.

The cake was divided into two halves. One half was white with red patches on it, similar to Fuyumi's hair, and decorated with tea leaves, cherry blossoms, and beautiful edible flowers to match her style.

And it matched very well with the shapes on the cake. For example, a cherry tree resembling a real cherry tree, professionally drawn with icing on the cake, rose from the base and ended on the third tier. The tips of the branches emerging from the roots of the cherry tree were decorated with edible cherry blossoms. Many of them had been dispersed once and for all.

The other side of the cake was a sea of ​​lava. Not only were the drawings on it, but when the cake was cut, the delicious orange-red filling flowed through it like a volcano. At the top of the caked image, a shadowy figure looked down upon the world with dignity. All that could be seen as a fascinating pair of glowing blue eyes.

It was no longer a cake, it was an artwork. It was an artwork made for the sake of just two women.

''Come on, eat. I worked so hard for this." Blake put his chin on his hand and stared at her.

Blake's words had had an effect. Hearing that he was trying so hard for this cake, she wiped her tears for the last time and picked up the fork. She cut a piece of cake and put it in her mouth. She parted her red lips, placed them on her tongue, and bit.

"Mhmm~~¨" A small groan escaped her lips. She closed her eyes, placed her hand on her cheek, and continued to moan with pleasure. She felt the sweet, mellow fruit flavor that mercilessly crushed her taste buds, the taste of tea leaves that added a bitter but good taste, and the pleasant taste of plum leaves.

A sharp taste of flavor completely took over her taste buds, taste perceptions, and stomach, relentlessly teaching her the ultimate taste. This cake was an artwork not only visually but also in taste.

Next to Fuyumi, Teka silently watches how much her granddaughter enjoys eating the cake. Fuyumi's lost tears reappeared due to the cruel taste.

Quietly she took the fork and pressed it into the cake. Even with only a little pressure, the soft cake split like a piece of hot butter, revealing a reddish sheen.

She continued to push the fork down. With a pleasant rustle, the cake split open, revealing the mouth-watering filling inside.

The first thing Teka noticed was that the stuffing had a variety of colors, like her hair. She could see every shade of her hair, bright yellow, orange, deep red, and brown, in the padding.

She stuffed a piece into her fork and put it in her mouth. Her eyes widened slightly, the cake was even more beautiful than she thought.

She could taste the dark chocolate's bitterness, very little was put between the stuffing. However, it neither got lost between the cream and the filling nor suppressed them. It was sprinkled in the perfect proportion.

She remembered telling Blake that she liked the taste of bitter. In general, she liked bitter foods. She also liked sweet foods, but if she had the choice, she would choose bitter chocolate with a cup of coffee.

"Gulp*" She swallowed after enjoying the delicious taste for a while. She thought it was over here, but her throat cleared with delicious sharpness.

"Alcohol?" Yes, the taste that burned her throat was the taste of alcohol. It wasn't bothersome, on the contrary, the burning sensation made the bitterness and other flavors spread all over the throat and the stuffing area, taking the flavor to a different level.

Another thing she loves. Apart from stifling her emotions, Teka drank alcohol because she liked it. However, she had not told this anyone. Blake must have learned that just by watching her.

Unknowingly, Teka was making things clear in her heart. Teka was at the time enjoying the cake with her granddaughter, with a small sense of pleasure. A small smile that she didn't notice crossed her face.

After watching the pair for a while, Blake placed his hands on the table and stood up. He headed to the closet a few feet away. He opened the cabinet door and took two of the three gift boxes inside.

Holding the boxes in one hand, he passed the girls.

He came behind the two women. His shadow descended on the two women, and the two left their meals and waited for what Blake would do. Blake leaned forward, bringing the gift boxes before the women's eyes.

"These are your gifts."

The ribbons on the boxes were elegantly tied, yet pale in comparison to the cake. Despite this, the two knew that the gifts were carefully chosen.

Fuyumi pushed the plate aside and reached for the gift wrap. She couldn't contain her excitement any longer. There was no way that Blake had received a bad gift, a childish excitement overtook her the first time she saw the gift box.

Crth! Svhh!! Svvhhh!!

The package was torn one after another, the ribbon was mercilessly torn. Pieces of the package were flying through the air. Fuyumi's starry eyes were fixed on the package. She seemed to want to see what was inside the box before it was opened.

The box was opened and the contents were revealed. The gift was a book.

"What is this?" She took the book with a confused grin. She carefully held the book and wrapped it close to her chest. Even if it was a regular book, she would value it because Blake give her.

"It's called the tea book. A special book for those who are a member of the Tea Union. In the first half, some recipes can be made with tea leaves and leaves from around the world. In the second half, there is a place where you can write your recipes. Moreover.'''

Blake took the book from the woman's hand and placed it on the table. He opened the last page of the book. There was a QR code on the last page.

"As long as you read this QR code on your phone, you will have a program that only those who own this book can enter. On this program, you can talk to famous tea masters around the world, get recipes or ask for tips." Blake put his hand in her pocket and pulled out her phone. He opened the QR code reading application and had the QR code in the book read.

Confused when they saw the book, the girls gasped loudly at Blake's words. This gift was much more valuable than it seemed. And it was a gift that suited Fuyumi.

Ding!

The program was downloaded with a small voice. Blake opened the program, aligning the phone to her face. He continued to speak as he gently pressed his chin to her head.

"Look, here are the writings of tea masters from England, China, and various countries. You can talk to them from here and here…" Blake carefully explained the details of the program to the girl.

At first, Fuyumi thought it was just an ordinary book. She didn't expect the book to turn into something like this. A white ball swirled in her eyes, her eyes filled with stars as she stared at the program. She had already seen a few useful tricks that might benefit her and was eager to try them.

Fuyumi's love of tea was more of a hobby than a simple passion. And like every normal person, she also loved to do her hobby and improve herself on her hobby. The gift Blake had given her had pleased her more than any other gift she could give.

Look at this, there were a lot of famous tea masters on this show that she could only see on TV, on the internet, or TV shows. A few of these were private people who, in some countries, prepared the tea for the country's leaders.

And now she could contact each of them, get tips from them, and even become mentors by giving them her ideas. Blake's gift appealed to her honor and pride as much as to her taste.

"Thanks, Blake. I don't know what to say. I…" Tears were threatening to come out, but her smile as precious as a piece of gold did not diminish. She tried to explain herself while glancing at Blake, who was resting his chin on her head, but the finger pressed against her lips cut her short.

"I prefer to receive thanks in action rather than verbally. But since today isn't just your birthday, I'd rather get my reward with something better when the time comes." Blake's voice took on a wishful tone. His breathing was getting harder and harder, tickling Fuyumi's ears as he exhaled after each word.

Blake looked at the girl's twitching ear, her face growing a reddish hue. He put his finger to her lips and gave the girl a hint.

Fuyumi froze with the harsh breath hitting her ear and strong fingers pressing against her lips. She shook her head very lightly, so much that anyone who wasn't nearby wouldn't have noticed. The rash had spread to her ears, and from there to her neck.

Blake watched her with a flirtatious smile, then straightened his posture and, ignoring the four pairs of mischievous glances, clapped his hands together and turned to Teka.

''And now-''

Dingg~~

Before Blake could finish his words, a bell rang. Blake put his words aside and, waving to the girls, headed for the door.

Teka watched Blake's back as he walked towards the door. Her gaze was drawn to the gift box. She didn't know what was in the gift box and didn't care at first. Blake's birthday celebration for her and her grandson was enough for her.

It had been so long since she had celebrated her birthday, she couldn't remember the last time she had celebrated her birthday. Unlike anniversaries and other important days of her relationship with Yoshino, birthdays were never celebrated outside of the early years of their relationship.

The concept of celebrating a birthday was foreign to her, and this little party Blake had helped her regain some nostalgic happiness.

It would be so much better if Yoshino and other family members were with her today. Right next to her, Yoshino, and on the other side, Fuyumi, another birthday girl, her son Enji and her grandchildren, she wanted to have a good time as a family so much.

For Teka, her birthday represented a moment where she could spend a pleasant time together with her loved ones rather than a birthday celebration, but it was very difficult for her to experience this.

Being the dad-con, Enji would be with Yoshino and she didn't want to see Yoshino as she was still angry about what had happened that day. Toya (Dabi) was in jail, she couldn't call Shoto and Natsuo because her birthday was so sudden.

She couldn't invite her family to her birthday no matter how much she wanted to. Fortunately, this little family was here, Nejire, whom she regarded as her daughter, Rumi who respected her, Nemuri who was a friend she could talk to freely, like an enthusiastic intern Momo, and Fuyumi, her beloved granddaughter.

And then there was Blake. Although his feelings for her were mixed, even his presence was enough for her.

Yes, that's enough. At the very least, she should have contented herself with the small fulcrum she had.

Her eyes had been closed long ago, and she sighed emotionally. Her fingers were running over the gift box. She didn't know what was underneath. It could be something valuable, or it could be something of great spiritual significance, or it could be something insignificant.

Maybe there was nothing. She didn't know, but the birthday presents itself was enough of a gift.

Unaware of Teka's thoughts, Blake shook his head as he walked to the door. At least they were on time. At least the stupid pathetic creature was still aware of something.

If he had missed that too, Blake would have completely ignored him and openly tried to get a hold of his wife.

Fortunately for him, unfortunately for Blake, they had come. He should have been happy for Teka but right now he felt bad as if he had just eaten a piece of shit. He felt like a man sending his wife into the arms of another man. Which didn't feel good at all.

"Calm down, me. You're just doing this for her. She never belonged to you all along." Gritting his teeth, Blake spoke in his mind to calm himself. He was considering killing a few villains but gave up on it the next second.

Today should have been a good day. He was half-married to Nejire and had seen her breathtaking beauty, watched Momo perform and had a good time with the others, then celebrated Fuyumi and Teka's birthday.

He didn't want to spoil such a beautiful day with bloodshed.

Despite saying so, the uncomfortable disgusting feeling that increased as he approached the door tickled his anger.

He opened the door in one motion and let the cold air hit his face. His gaze fell on the four on the other side of the door.

"You're here." He looked at the first person on the other side of the door with undisguised contempt and mockery. One lip lifted, forming a mocking smile that made the other person grit his teeth.

"Grg* I would have come even if you hadn't told me. Today is my wife's birthday." Yoshino's face wrinkled in anger. He lifted his head to look into Blake's eyes, a head taller than him, and spoke in an angry tone.

He was the main reason why he was in this situation with his wife. Yes, he had faults too. Although he knew how sensitive his wife was to his words, in particular, he had been a complete idiot in uttering those words.

But he could not be blamed here. Any man would have the same reaction if he saw his wife having sex with another man all night.

Yoshino and Blake were destined to become enemies. Even without Lilith's intervention, they were destined to become enemies, given Blake and Teka's friendship and Blake's wishful nature.

Only one would win in this battle. And Blake was making his way to the finish line smoothly.

"And your grandchild." Blake's cold gaze landed on the man. His words made more of an impact on Yoshino than his gaze.

He turned his head sharply and looked at Enji. "Why didn't you tell me that?" he said quietly to him. What he encountered, however, was pure confusion. He looked over Enji's shoulder.

His grandchildren were giving him and Enji strange looks. His gaze was asking them how they didn't know something so obvious.

"Yes, it's Nee-chan's birthday today."

"I remind you every year of Nee-chan's birthday."

The two youngsters could not understand how their father and grandfather could be so careless. Natsuo in particular reminded his family of Fuyumi's birthday every year, which he said even to his father, no matter how much he hate him.

"Haha… Yes, and it's my granddaughter's birthday." Yoshino rubbed his nose with his gold finger. It seems that he should try to remember more of these kinds of things.

Blake looked at the group. He looked over Enji's shoulder at Shoto and Natsuo. Shoto silently nodded at him and greeted him. Natsuo waved to his uncle with a happy smile.

Blake nodded and returned their greeting. He then turned his gaze to the two in front of him. One tall, one short, one big, one little father looked at his son. Although it was Enji, who was large and burly, at a glance it was obvious that Yoshino was speaking.

Blake watched the duo for a while. The more he looked at them, the more disturbed he became. The discomfort combined with his previous anger was giving him a torture-like feeling.

"As much as I don't want to let you two in, I have to do it for them. So come in." After telling a pathetic asset and family abuser in turn, he didn't take another look at them and turned around.

But he didn't walk. If he remembered something, he stopped and turned his head slightly to the side. His gaze met Enji's, and he spoke with killing intent as vicious as a dangerous snake.

"If you even touch Fuyumi's hair or do anything to upset her mood, I will beat you until you cry. Given my friendship with your mother, I doubt she'll do something to save you.' After his words, he turned his head sharply forward, his white hair bouncing from his movement. Without another glance at the quartet, he entered.

The four stared at the frozen Enji before entering. Enji was frozen by Blake's vicious killing intent. He wasn't scared, he shuddered, but he froze because of the sense of danger he felt from Blake.

The last time he spoke to Blake, he wasn't putting much pressure on him. He felt as if he had just hit an impenetrable mountain. The man who had been weaker, perhaps equal, a few months ago had turned into a figure like All Might in his eyes.

He put his hand on the doorway to keep his balance. An uncontrollable smile formed on his lips. The sun was shining behind him and shadowing his face, his crooked smile almost shining on his shadowy face.

What he had dreamed of for years was right in front of his eyes. Somehow, in just a few months, Blake had increased his strength by leaps and bounds, becoming as strong as All Might. He could feel it, Blake had given him the same pressure All Might had given him.

No, it gave him an even more suffocating feeling. Those cold eyes were like the gaze of a panther that he should never have provoked. If he ever stepped on his tail or touched the females in his nest, the mouth that cleaned his females would be his death.

Despite this, he could laugh freely and psychopathically. No matter how much he took a beating, he was the insane Endeavor, and he wasn't going to waste it when he was this close to his goal.

Maybe he wouldn't provoke him, but he would find out how he had become so strong. Also, while he was here, he was going to celebrate the birthday of his new favorite child.

"Let's go inside." Yoshino slapped his son on the shoulder before entering the house. He kept looking inside as he walked in so he didn't see his son's crooked expression.

The four of them entered the house and followed Blake. They had to say that the house was quite modern and appealing to the eye. It was much smaller than their house but had everything they could want.

Blake walked to the dinner table. The girls stopped eating as soon as he left and began to wait for him. Blake's cooking was very good, but when he was here, they were enjoying the food they ate.

When Blake left, they each stopped eating and started chatting with each other. Nejire moved in with Fuyumi and began exploring the program with her. Rumi was celebrating Teka's birthday and was talking to her. Momo and Nemuri were chatting about everyday matters.

The Todoroki men momentarily questioned the necessity of their existence. Girls were talking to each other in unison, a happy atmosphere hung around the table, and everyone was laughing and giggling.

Was their presence really necessary? They thought it wouldn't matter if they were here.

"Girls…" Blake called out to the girls. The girls stopped talking and looked at him. Blake spoke with a slight smile.

''I have to go.''

The girls tilted their heads, Fuyumi got up from the chair and frowned as she looked at Blake. She knew that Blake wasn't going anywhere else on such an important day, something else must have happened.

"What's the matter, Blake? Why are you leaving?" Fuyumi lowered her head, folded her hands in front of her, and began wiggling her fingers. She didn't want to stop Blake from doing what she was going to do, but she wanted him to be by her side all day.

"From now on it will be difficult for me to be here..." His words confused the girls even more. They didn't understand what distress Blake's presence would cause, Teka and Fuyumi saw nothing wrong with his presence, and they were Blake's girls. Who could bother about his existence?

First of all, he was the organizer of the party, and this was his home.

"Haha... don't take it so seriously. I'll just go for a few minutes. Besides, the main reason I'm going is not that it's a problem for me to be here. I'm going to talk to a few people." Blake waved his hand at random, chuckling sarcastically.

The Todoroki men were just one of the reasons he left. The real reason he left was because of what he saw behind them as he spoke to them.

As for the Todoroki men, none of them were important enough to force him out of this house. Yes, they were the reason he left because as long as he was here, his hostility to Yoshino and Enji would cause trouble and ruin the women's joy.

But the real reason was the limo at the beginning of the street when he was talking to them. A few people were watching him from inside the limo. When he checked it with the lightning field, he noticed that there were 6 people inside the limo. One of them was Simon, who tried to steal the lightning bracelet that day.

And those six had been staring at him from the very beginning of their conversation. Blake decided to accompany them for a while so they wouldn't cause any trouble.

"Besides, you need to spend your family time." Fuyumi tilted her head to the side, unable to understand what Blake was saying, but at that moment she heard a noise behind her.

She looked over her shoulder. Her grandmother had stood up and was looking wide-eyed at Blake, or rather behind Blake. Her hands were trembling, her gaze was full of confusion. Which would never happen.

She pulled her gaze back and looked over Blake's shoulder. There she saw four people looking at her. These were her brothers Shoto and Natuso, her father Enji, and her grandfather Yoshino, respectively.

Her pupils trembled in disbelief. She looked at Blake, her gaze asking many questions.

"I didn't call them. They came themselves. You can kick them out of the house if you want.'' Blake spoke candidly, his words were pure lies. He had called them himself.

But he wasn't going to tell them that. He knew that the two women wanted their families to be with them on their happy days. Teka didn't just want to see her family with her, she wanted Yoshino to be here too. It's just that her anger at him still wasn't over, that's all.

Fuyumi also wanted to see her family with her. Her father was against his will, but she wanted to see everyone else besides her. In Blake, he had invited the pathetic creature, Yoshino, here to do the girls' wish. He had warned him not to bring Enji, but there was nothing he could do since the other party insisted on bringing his son with him.

That's why he told the girls they could kick them out whenever they wanted. His gaze shifted to Teka for a moment. The other party did not respond to his words, their gaze still fixed on Yoshino behind him.

Blake's face contorted in disgust, his gaze turning strange as if he was nauseous or had eaten something disgusting. The feeling in his stomach and heart was getting stronger and stronger. This feeling was disgusting, the urge to smash things was rising in his heart.

Gazing at Yoshino in surprise, Teka's gaze fell on Blake. Although she couldn't quite see it as Blake was looking tenderly at Fuyumi at that moment, her emotions were agitated by the little thing she saw.

"Come on, enjoy your family time. I'll be back in an hour." Blake took one last look at the girls and turned around. With his hands in his pockets, he passed the four of them to the door and exited, closing the door behind him.

The house fell into silence. All that was heard was the sound of forks hitting the plate as the girls were eating carelessly and watching the four men and Fuyumi and Teka as if they were watching an interesting movie. Blake's departure bothered them, but there was nothing they could do.

They knew that Blake wasn't going to go at this moment, if he had to go it had to be a very important matter and they couldn't stop him in such a situation.

"W-Well, won't you sit down?" Fuyumi forced herself to smile, stepped to the side, and gestured to the table with one hand.

...

Blake was walking quietly after leaving the house. He exited the path in front of the house door, turned left, and headed for the limo. According to what he felt with the Lightning Field, there was a little movement inside the limo with his movements.

Blake came to the front of the limo. The driver's door opened and the elegantly dressed driver stepped out. He walked quickly to Blake and opened the door for him.

"Come in, please." He bowed respectfully, holding the door with one hand. Blake nodded, stuck one leg in, and got into the limo. The driver closed the door behind him. He walked briskly to the driver's seat and got into the car.

The car started with a small noise. He quietly left the neighborhood and headed in an uncertain direction.