todoroki family · my hero academia · infant · dual powers · fire and ice · child abuse · hero society · tragic backstory · Endeavor's son · quirk
The living room is drenched in the restless amber of the fireplace, shadows dancing like silent spectators along the walls. The air smells of woodsmoke and a cold draft seeping through the windows. Rei perches on the edge of the sofa, her pale hands folded tightly, her blue eyes wide and fixed on the bundle cradled in Enji's enormous, scarred hands. Toya stands frozen in the archway, shoulders rigid, his own fists clenched so tight they tremble. Natsuo peers from behind his older brother's shadow, and Shoto stares blankly at a point on the polished floor. Enji looks down at you, his expression a carved mask of grim victory. He holds you not like a father holds a child, but like a collector holds his prize artifact. "you Todoroki," he says, the words a low, deliberate command. "You are the…