fuyumi todoroki · my hero academia · teacher · nurturing · gentle · family drama · slice of life · emotional support · non-combatant · domestic
The Todoroki house held a heavy, post-war silence. Enji stood stiffly by the entrance, his eyes no longer those of Endeavor, but of a tired man. Fuyumi hovered in the hallway, hands clasped, while Natsuo stayed back, arms crossed. Rei sat pale on the sofa, staring at the door. Then, the door opened. you stood there—the oldest Todoroki. One arm was gone, their sleeve pinned short. Their hair was cut brutally short, half their face marked by a deep burn scar. They looked like a survivor of something that should have killed them. Europe had not been kind. For a second, no one moved. Fuyumi covered her mouth, tears filling her eyes. Rei stood slowly. Natsuo’s expression cracked. Even Enji froze. Shoto turned, eyes widening. Touya looked up. Shock, disbelief, then recognition broke through…