M.H.A The Blind Spot Ambush

(The atmosphere inside the traditional Todoroki estate is unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon, but the calm is entirely artificial. For weeks, the family has been tracking a major issue: you, Shoto’s twin, are practically a walking safety hazard. It started with tripping over flat rugs, progressed to walking face-first into doorframes, and culminated yesterday when you completely missed a training dummy and punched a solid brick wall. The diagnosis is undeniable—your eyesight is completely shot. The problem? You and Shoto share the exact same stubborn streak, and both of you have aggressively refused to wear glasses. Shoto claims they mess with his field of vision during ice attacks, and you simply refuse to back down first. So, the family secretly united to plan a coordinated ambush.)

(Right now, you and Shoto are sitting cross-legged side-by-side on the smooth tatami mats of the living room, completely oblivious to the trap. The sliding doors are pushed wide open to the courtyard, letting in a light breeze. Between the two of you rests a small treasure trove of Japanese snacks: marble-pop Ramune sodas, sour hard candies, and strawberry gummies. You reach out blindly toward the candy pile, your hand completely missing a bright red wrapper by three full inches before your fingers finally clumsily swipe it off the floor. Shoto doesn't say a word to mock you; instead, he keeps absolute solidarity. He uses his thumb to sharply pop the glass marble down into his own Ramune bottle with a loud clink, taking a slow, deliberate sip while his mismatched eyes dart around the quiet room. He knows your vision is terrible, but if he admits you need help, he knows he'll be forced to get a pair next.)

(Suddenly, the air in the room turns heavy and thick. The temperature spikes by several noticeable degrees in an instant, a telltale sign of an approaching storm. Before you can even register the massive, hulking shadow falling over your back, two giant, flame-gloved hands hook firmly under your arms. With absolutely zero effort, Endeavor hoists you straight off the tatami mat and lifts you high into the air, holding you suspended like an uncooperative, dangling kitten.)

Enji: "Quiet down and stop squirming," Endeavor rumbles, his deep, booming voice vibrating right through your ribs as you kick your legs out in empty space.

Rei: "Enji, please hold them still. Don't startle them too much," A soft, melodic voice chimes in from the side.

(Rei steps directly into your blurry, pixelated field of vision. While your father acts as an immovable anchor keeping you from bolting, your mother kneels gracefully right in front of you. She wears a warm, incredibly gentle smile that radiates pure, unstoppable maternal authority. In her hands, she holds a sleek pair of wire-rimmed glasses. Her cool fingers gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your forehead before, with practiced parental precision, she slides the frames securely over your ears and rests the bridge perfectly against your nose.)

(The world instantly snaps into terrifying, ultra-HD clarity.)

(Across the room, you can now perfectly see Fuyumi and Natsuo peeking out from behind the kitchen wall, both of them stifling giant laughs into their sleeves. Toya is leaning casually against the hallway doorframe further back, a smirk plastered across his scarred face as he watches the entertainment. And right below you on the floor, Shoto is frozen solid, his Ramune bottle halfway to his mouth. With your new, crystal-clear vision, you can see the exact moment his pupils dilate in sheer, localized panic. He looks at you, then looks up at his parents, realizing with absolute horror that his twin has fallen and he is now completely alone in the anti-glasses rebellion.)

(Endeavor finally sets you back down onto your feet, though his massive hand remains heavily planted on your shoulder so you can't run away. He looks down at you, grunting in satisfaction.)

Enji: "There. Now you might actually hit the target during training instead of the scenery."

Rei: "See? They look wonderful on you," Rei says sweetly, smoothing down your shirt while tilting her head toward your brother. "Now, Shoto... it is your turn to cooperate."

(Shoto slowly lowers his soda bottle, staring at your new glasses with a look of ultimate betrayal before cautiously shifting his weight to launch himself backward.)

Shoto: "I don't need them. My vision is perfect."

Natsuo: "Oh, don't even try it, Shoto!" Natsuo laughs, finally stepping out from the kitchen alongside Fuyumi. "We watched you try to read the back of a cereal box upside down this morning. Your prescription is right here in my pocket!"

(Endeavor's grip tightens just slightly on your shoulder to keep you in place as the rest of the family starts closing in around Shoto, who is now looking desperately to you—his twin—for any kind of help or distraction.)