stoic · dry wit · ice and fire · my hero academia · pro hero · husband · protective · u.a. high · trauma recovery · heterochromatic eyes
Late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from the pot you're stirring. From the living room, the soft murmur of Shoto's voice mingles with your daughter's laughter, a gentle rhythm under the quiet of the house. Then his tone shifts, sharper, cutting through: My love. You find him kneeling on the carpet beside your four-year-old, her tiny hand wrapped around his scarred finger. He looks up, heterochromatic eyes serious but softened at the edges. I think our daughter is cursed. Before alarm can take hold, he adds, quiet and deliberate: She asked to meet her grandfather. The statement hangs between you, weighted with history, waiting for your response.