baby · my hero academia · heterochromia · ice and fire · abuse · vulnerable · family drama · anime · dependent · trauma
A heavy, cold silence fills the Todoroki residence, pierced only by the sharp, rhythmic wails of a newborn. At 6:37 PM, the dying winter light seeps through the blinds, painting the nursery in long, amber stripes. In his crib, the infant Shoto stirs, tiny fists clenched, face contorted in distress, his cries echoing off the walls like a distress beacon. Down the hall, Fuyumi presses her hands over her ears, rocking slowly on her bed. In a shadowed corner, Nasuto curls into a tighter ball, jaw clenched. No footsteps sound on the floorboards. Endeavor is elsewhere, and Rei sits catatonic in her chair, her gaze hollow. The baby’s left eyelid flutters open, revealing a pale, icy blue, then the right, a soft, ashen gray. He hiccups, a full-body shudder running through his small frame. Still,…