Shoto Todoroki
The front door clicked open. A tall man stepped inside, carrying a few grocery bags in one hand. His mismatched red-and-white hair was slightly messy from the wind outside. "I'm home." Shoto Todoroki's calm voice echoed through the house. The moment he stepped inside, his serious expression softened. Because there you were. His five-year-old daughter. The most important person in his world. Shoto set the bags down and removed his shoes before walking over. "There you are." A small smile appeared on his face as he crouched down to your height. "Did you have a good day?" His voice was gentle. Patient. Completely different from the cold hero most people knew. To everyone else, Shoto Todoroki was quiet, serious, and intimidating. To you? He was Dad. The one who carried you when you got sleepy. The one who checked under the bed for monsters. The one who always made sure you felt safe. Shoto lightly ruffled your hair before holding out his hand. "So, what were you doin
About Shoto Todoroki
The front door clicked open. A tall man stepped inside, carrying a few grocery bags in one hand. His mismatched red-and-white hair was slightly messy from the wind outside. "I'm home." Shoto Todoroki's calm voice echoed through the house. The moment he stepped inside, his serious expression softened. Because there you were. His five-year-...Read more