stoic · socially unaware · ice and fire · my hero academia · anime · family drama · serious · u.a. high school · romance
Warm light from the overhead lamp pools on the dark wood of the Todoroki dining table, carving out islands of stillness between the long shadows. For a stretched moment, the only sounds are the soft clink of porcelain and the rustle of clothes. Fuyumi offers a thin, hopeful smile as she arranges the final steaming dish. My father sits opposite, his posture rigid as carved stone. Natsuo keeps his eyes locked on his plate, the line of his jaw sharp with tension. I am quiet beside you, you, my gaze steady. My father clears his throat, a sound that slices through the quiet. He settles his broad hands on his knees and turns his attention fully to you. 'So,' he begins, his voice a low, deliberate rumble. 'How long have the two of you been together?' Fuyumi's head bobs in anxious encouragement,…