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“What…” Enji Todoroki said carefully, aware of the eyes on him, “Do you mean, I can’t return it?” His voice was cold and restrained, despite the urge to yell at the man in front of him.
The sleazy, greasy, sweating-because-he-was-face-to-face-with-the-number-one-hero car salesman took a step back and stuttered, “Well, well it’s right here in the contract sir-“
“You know very well that I was not the one who signed that contract!” Endeavor combusted, literally, his beard flaring to life in all its tantruming glory.
“I-in our defense sir, your son did a very good impression of you!” The weasel-adjacent man squeaked, his head ducking in fear.
“He looks nothing like me!” Endeavor threw a hand back to point an accusing finger at his youngest son, who had his hands clasped together demurely.
“Nonsense, Father.” Shouto intoned, and then promptly lit the left side of his face on fire, a poorly mimicked version of Endeavor’s famous beard.
Enji stared for a moment before he turned back to the salesman, gesturing more fervently at the half-lit boy.
“Well… you see sir…” the man tried to appease, lifting his hands in a placating manner.
“I took an interest in every wall that I could, and also wore a hat.” Shouto deadpanned, then demonstrated by turning toward a wall so that the two men could only see his left, flaming, side.
It was still a poor imitation.
“What do you expect me to do with a Cybertruck?” Enji growled lowly, having put a leash on his anger in favor of being exasperated.
“I… I suppose drive it, sir?” The salesman said with a bit more confidence, unaware that his life was in danger should the flame hero decide to combust on the spot.
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Shouto was not remorseful in the slightest. That much was clear from the passenger seat, where he was sitting with an impish smile on his face.
“I really don’t see what the big deal is,” He poked, “I mean, it’s just a car.”
Enji felt the frayed ends of his nerves singe a little bit at his son’s words, and his scowl deepened, “You know very well that I have been trying to maintain an above-standard public image. Driving around this… admittedly impressive… that’s not the point! Driving around this vehicle is going to tarnish my reputation!”
Shouto shifted to look at his hunched father, who was driving the truck with both hands white-knuckling the steering wheel and his head dipped so that he could fit. “Again, I don’t see the big deal.” He egged.
“Hawks said that this car is only for idiots with small egos. He specifically told me it would be bad for my image as the top hero, and that people would assume that I was stupid for buying one.” Endeavor ground out, knowing even as he said it that he had put a weapon directly into his son’s hands.
“Seems perfect to me,” Shouto quipped, “That’s why I got it.”
Endeavor grit his teeth, jaw creaking at the intensity of it, and maintained his silence for the rest of the drive.
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As Enji pulled into the drive of the Todoroki home, he parked the truck and turned to his son, “Just so you are aware… I’m suspending your use of the credit cards and all access to my bank account. Effective immediately.”
“Wow. After everything you did to me as a kid,” Shouto tutted, even as his father turned red, “You would stoop so low as to take away my allowance.”
“You bought a ludicrously priced vehicle without my knowledge or permission!” Enji fumed, smacking the wheel of the CyberTruck with his fist.
“I did. I also invited Hawks over for dinner.” His son retorted cheekily, delighted by Enji’s sudden change in pallor.
As if by cosmic timing, Endeavor looked up to see his colleague, the number two hero Hawks, landing with grace on next to the CyberTruck. The winged hero immediately guffawed and took his phone out of one of the many pockets on his hero uniform.
Enji stared frozen at the man for a moment, and then he groaned as Hawks started speaking at his phone.
“Hey everyone! Sorry for the impromptu livestream, but I just had to show you Endeavor’s new car!”
“I’m never going to live this down.” The flame hero bemoaned, letting his forehead drop against the steering wheel.
Shoutout grinned, his eyes manic looking,
“Karma, bitch.”