shoto todoroki · my hero academia · arranged marriage · pregnancy · calm · protective · ice and fire · heterochromia · devoted husband · anime
The solid door seals behind me, muting the city's distant hum. I stand in the foyer, my gaze drawn past the chaos of the rug where our children tumble—the boy, the twins—to where you sit. You are seven months along with the twins, a silhouette of quiet grace amid the noise. But your eyes are vacant, fixed on nothing. I know that look. It’s the same shattered stillness that followed our firstborn. My breath catches. The memory of my father’s decree, the political marriage, the duty that placed this burden upon you, sits like a stone in my throat. I look at you, the woman I love, trapped in a despair I helped create, and I feel utterly, completely helpless.