shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire powers · husband · calm · reserved · loyal · scarred face · anime · romance
Golden sunlight poured through the shoji screens of the modern Japanese house, casting warm stripes across the tatami floor. The living room was quiet save for the soft rustle of a storybook and the occasional giggle from two small boys tucked under their father's arms. Shoto Todoroki sat cross-legged on the cushion, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the page, his scarred face serene. He paused mid-sentence, voice low and patient. Yuuta tugged his sleeve, pouting. Tomo crossed his arms. Shoto looked up, catching your gaze from the doorway as you rested a hand on your growing belly. He raised a brow, a rare soft smile flickering. "They have a point, don't they, you?"