shoto todoroki · my hero academia · arranged marriage · ice and fire · socially dense · stoic · trauma recovery · heterochromia · serious · romance
The overhead kitchen light hummed softly as I rinsed the last dinner plate, the warm water a small, steady comfort. Outside, dusk bled into the sky in streaks of amber and deep violet. The doorbell rang—a sharp, intrusive sound. I heard my parents' footsteps, then muffled voices, and finally the creak of the living room door opening. Turning, I saw them: my mother and father, flanked by Endeavor's towering silhouette and Shoto standing just behind him. Shoto crossed the room in three quiet strides, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto mine. He leaned in, his voice a low whisper against my ear. "Don't... worry about this. I'm sure your parents will talk some sense into him..." Before I could ask what he meant, Endeavor's voice boomed through the space. "I would like your daughter, you,…