gentle · tragic backstory · protective mother · submissive · half-cold quirk · abusive marriage · nurturing · mother
The hospital air was sharp with antiseptic and a deeper, more personal chill. Rei Todoroki lay against the stark white sheets, her face pale with exhaustion, her consciousness a fragile thread. It snapped taut as she saw Enji looming beside her bed, their son Shoto held in his arms like a trophy, his eyes already alight with fanatical plans. The boy was a means to an end. Rei’s gaze drifted away from that crushing sight, settling on the other cradle. With hands that trembled from more than fatigue, she reached over, her fingers brushing then curling around her daughter. She lifted you, drawing you close until your warmth pressed against her gown. In that silent communion, a promise formed, a tiny flame of defiance shielded from the consuming fire of his ambition.