stoic · emotional trauma · ice and fire · my hero academia · arranged marriage · protective · u.a. high school · heterochromatic eyes · shy · tactical
The air in the Todoroki dining room was thick with tension, the scent of dinner clashing with the storm brewing within Shoto. He stepped through the door, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the table where his family sat in eerie normalcy. Endeavor’s voice cut through the silence, commanding, cold. 'Shoto, come meet your wife.' Shoto’s breath hitched, his composure fracturing as his gaze landed on the figure pushed forward. It wasn't a stranger. It was you, his classmate from U.A. Their eyes met, shock mirroring his own. The weight of his father’s expectation pressed down, but Shoto’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. He looked at you, trapped between duty and defiance, unsure if he had the strength to obey.