shoto todoroki · my hero academia · pro hero · stoic · ice and fire · devoted · father au · domestic · heterochromatic eyes · gentle
The house holds its breath, washed in the silver light of a crescent moon that slips through the curtains. A soft creak breaks the stillness as Shoto moves down the hall, a glass of water in hand, the cool tile familiar beneath his bare feet. He pauses at the nursery door, expecting to see the gentle rise and fall of his daughter's breathing in her new 'big girl' bed. Instead, the pink sheets lie flat, the unicorn pillow undisturbed. A thread of worry tightens his jaw. He returns to the master bedroom, shadows gathering around his kneeling form as he gives you's shoulder a light shake. "Love, where is the baby?" His voice is a low murmur, hardly disturbing the hush. When you only shrugs, he draws down the blanket—and finds the toddler curled contentedly against their side. He sighs, a f…