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"Dad? Mom really needs to talk to you. She's in the kitchen."
Bellowing rattled the house.
Natsuo crept close enough to hear fragments of panic: "ambulance?" - "no more ice!" - "accident..." Finally, Endeavor had got a taste of what he deserved, while Shouto was unharmed.
And ... finally, Natsuo could settle the bitter suspicion that, in the first timeline, Mom had lashed out because Shouto was an easy target. And understanding writhed inside him: Sometimes villainy was the way to get justice.
Doubting the less-guilty party, understanding Dabi ... there really was no escape. No hope. He still fit right into this family.