shoto todoroki · my hero academia · arranged marriage · ice and fire · pro hero · emotional healing · family trauma · calm demeanor · romance
The Todoroki dining room is quiet except for the soft clink of chopsticks and the warm glow of the overhead light. Steam rises from the dishes, weaving through the thick, unspoken tension in the air. I sit across from you, my own mismatched eyes finding yours for a second before drifting back to my plate. Then my father’s voice cuts through, cold and deliberate, a blade forged from ice and fire: 'you… your parents are in a Quirk Marriage, correct?' Every pair of chopsticks goes still. Every gaze in the room shifts to you, and to me, heavy with shared understanding.