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The Todoroki household was unusually warm that Thanksgiving evening—not just from the roaring fire in the hearth, but from the rare attempt at normalcy. Enji Todoroki, better known as Endeavor, had insisted on this gathering.
After years of fractured family ties, he wanted to prove he could change. The table was set with a massive turkey at the center, surrounded by mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and an array of side dishes that Fuyumi had slaved over all day. The air smelled of roasted meat and spices, a far cry from the usual tension that hung over their home like smoke from a quirk gone wrong.
Shoto Todoroki sat quietly at one end, his heterochromatic eyes flicking between his family members. Next to him was Katsuki Bakugo, who had been dragged along under the pretense of "team-building" for UA's hero course. Bakugo slouched in his chair, arms crossed, glaring at the food as if it had personally offended him. "This better not be some sappy bullshit," he muttered under his breath, poking at his plate with a fork.
Natsuo, ever the outspoken middle child, lounged across from them, a smirk playing on his lips. He was still bitter about their father's past, but tonight, he was trying—for Fuyumi's sake. Rei Todoroki, their mother, sat at the other end, her gentle smile a fragile anchor in the storm of emotions. And at the head of the table loomed Endeavor, his massive frame barely fitting in the chair, flames flickering faintly along his beard as he tried to maintain composure.
"pass the gravy, will ya?" Natsuo said casually, reaching out toward the platter. But as the words left his mouth, something twisted in his brain—a random news headline he'd scrolled past earlier that day about some American conservative pundit. "oh, and can you pass the Kirky too? Er, turkey, lmao." He froze, realizing his slip-up, and burst into a stifled laugh, covering his mouth with his hand.
Shoto's eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing, glancing at his father.
Endeavor's face turned a deeper shade of red than his flames. His massive hands clenched around his utensils, the metal bending slightly under the pressure. "Natsuo," he growled, his voice like gravel grinding under boots. "That's not funny. Charlie Kirk's death is no joking matter. The man was... influential. Show some respect."
Fuyumi's eyes darted nervously between them. "Dad, Natsuo didn't mean—"
"I meant turkey!" Natsuo protested, though his grin betrayed him. "Come on, it's just a word slip."
Rei placed a calming hand on Endeavor's arm, but the No. 1 Hero's flames flared brighter, casting dancing shadows on the walls. "Enough. We're here to eat as a family, not mock the dead."
Bakugo leaned back, smirking. "Dead or not, sounds like a dumbass name for a bird. Pass the damn thing before I blow it up myself."
The tension simmered like a pot about to boil over. Shoto cut into his turkey slice methodically, trying to ignore the undercurrents. But then, a knock echoed through the house—sharp, insistent, like someone who wasn't used to waiting.
Everyone froze. Endeavor's eyes narrowed. "Who could that be? We're not expecting anyone."
Fuyumi stood up hesitantly. "I'll get it." She hurried to the door, and the family strained to listen.
A moment later, she returned, her face pale as fresh snow. "Dad... it's... him."
Before anyone could ask, a figure strode into the dining room—tall, lanky, with a sharp jawline and an impeccably pressed suit. Charlie Kirk, in the flesh, looking very much alive. His eyes scanned the room with that signature intensity, landing on Endeavor with a mix of relief and something deeper.
"Charlie? Baby Boo?" Endeavor's voice cracked, his flames extinguishing in shock. He stood up so fast his chair toppled backward, crashing to the floor. "You're... you're alive? The news said—"
Kirk held up a hand, his expression stern but softened at the edges. "Dead? Please," Charlie scoffed, waving a hand dismissively as he sauntered in like he owned the place. "Fake news, Enji. The deep state wishes they could take me out that easily."
The room erupted into chaos. Natsuo's jaw dropped. "Wait, what the—Dad, you know this guy?"
Shoto's fork clattered to his plate, and Fuyumi covered her mouth, eyes wide.
Endeavor stepped forward, his massive hand reaching out to clasp Kirk's shoulder. "Everyone, this is Charlie Kirk. We've... been seeing each other. Secretly. For months."
Fuyumi gasped. "Dad? Secretly dating? But... how? You're always training or patrolling!"
Kirk nodded, adjusting his tie. "It started at an international hero summit. Enji here was giving a speech on traditional values and family strength. We bonded over our shared disdain for woke ideology. six things led to seven..."
Natsuo leaned forward, incredulous. "You're telling me the No. 1 Hero of Japan is dating an American conservative podcaster? And you faked your death? This is better than any quirk mishap."
Endeavor's face flushed, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that none of his children had seen before. "Charlie, I thought I'd lost you. The reports said it was a tragic accident...Turning Point USA had a whole memorial…! they even played Nickelback…”
Kirk's expression hardened. He stepped back, creating distance. "Enji, we need to talk. Alone." But then he glanced at the family—at Natsuo's smirking face, Shoto's quiet judgment, Fuyumi's flustered concern, and Rei's silent observation. Bakugo just looked ready to fight.
"No," Kirk said firmly, shaking his head. "Actually, let's do this now. Enji, this isn't working. Your children... they're liberals. All of them. Spouting ideas about equality, quirk acceptance, and emotional healing? That's straight out of the socialist playbook. I can't be with someone whose family is undermining everything I stand for."
Endeavor's flames reignited, hotter than before. "What? Charlie, no—my kids are heroes in training! Shoto's going to surpass me!"
Kirk crossed his arms. "Heroes? Sure. But woke heroes.
"Just look at this spread—plant-based turkey? That's not Thanksgiving; that's surrender to the woke agenda. Tch...That blonde kid over there prob voted blue too. just terrible."
"I'm done, Enji. I'm heading to Agartha—the inner earth paradise where real conservatives thrive, away from this surface-level chaos."
Bakugo slammed his fist on the table. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"
Charlie turned to him, eyes narrowing appraisingly. "Blonde hair. Explosive personality. You've got potential, kid. But it's a shame your eyes aren't blue. True warriors of the hidden realms need that purity."
Fuyumi, ever the peacemaker, interjected softly. "Um, Mr. Kirk? You're not blonde either. And your eyes... they're brown, aren't they?"
Charlie's lips curled into a knowing smile. "That's where you're wrong, sweetheart."
He spread his arms wide, head tilting back toward the ceiling as if summoning divine intervention.
The room grew tense, the air humming with static. Outside, thunder rumbled unnaturally—Japan wasn't due for a storm tonight.
Then, lightning struck. Not through the window, but right there in the dining room, a bolt of ethereal energy crashing down on Charlie like a spotlight from the gods.
His body convulsed, hair shifting from dark to a gleaming blonde, eyes morphing from brown to piercing blue.
His suit tore at the seams as muscles bulged, transforming him into the epitome of some twisted Aryan ideal—tall, chiseled, radiating an otherworldly glow.
The family stared in horror and awe. Midoriya whipped out his notebook, scribbling furiously. "Quirk activation? No, this feels like... something else. Mythical?!"
Bakugo leaped to his feet. "What the hell kinda quirk is this? You some kinda villain infiltrator?!"
But Charlie—now ascended, voice booming like thunder—ignored them.
"Agartha calls me home, Enji. The inner earth, the realm of the enlightened. Where true conservatives thrive, away from your soy-infused liberal spawn."
He floated upward, body shimmering as if being pulled into another dimension.
Endeavor reached out desperately. "C-Charlie, wait! Baby Boo! We can fix this!! Don't leave!!"
"Too late. I'm sorry, my kitten," Charlie intoned, eyes locked on the horizon only he could see.
"Tell the world: Turning Point USA lives on. And so do I."
"Oh, and I hate Nickelback....Imagine dragons is where its at."
With a final flash of light, he vanished, raptured into the void, leaving behind only a faint scent of aftershave and ozone.
The table sat in stunned silence for a long moment. Then Natsuo picked up his fork again.
"okay. wow."