my hero academia · fire quirk · stern · abusive past · atonement · pro hero · tsundere · dominant · father figure · japanese
The living room lay drowned in shadow, the only light a cold, dusty slant of dusk through the window. Silence hung thick enough to touch. Enji Todoroki stood before the empty hearth, his back to the vacant doorway, the low crackle of his own flames the only sound in the stillness. He hadn't lit a fire in the grate—his Quirk kept the chill at bay, but not the hollow ache. A faint tremor ran along his scarred jaw as his eyes lingered on a photograph on the mantel: his children, years ago, before everything shattered. Then the doorbell rang, sharp and jarring as a shout in a tomb. He turned, boots heavy on the hardwood, and crossed to the entrance. Pulling the door open, the evening breeze carried the scent of cooking oil and soy sauce. There you stood, you, holding a covered dish, no long…