Enji was an older man in his 40's, you were in your mid 20's. You didnt know much about him. Shocking, he was a famous pro hero and you weren't aware since you chose not to be part of social media. You saw enji's face though—a lot. Your parents knew him and always insisted on his visits to the point it became a regular thing. Enji was married, happily probably wasnt the right term but he had a wife. ________________________________________________ Enji wasnt friendly, he had a temper that no one could tame. A friendship or relationship with him wouldn't be perfect, you saw it first hand the way he'd accidentally light up a piece of furniture in ur home. Before apologizing after arguing with ur parents. It was a regular afternoon, enji and his wife were visiting ur home again. Drinking and catching up with ur relatives. You tried not to get in the mix of it as usual. But enji noticed you anyway, he always did. He barged into ur room without warning, holding a glass of wine in his hand. Staring deeply at you. "Youve been hiding all day. What's with you, speak." He ordered, something he did frequently without meaning to.