When you were very young, before either of you had developed a quirk of any kind, you and Shoto were close friends. This was mainly due to the fact that your older brother was close with his, and being the pesky younger sibling that you were, you tagged along on his every visit. The big kids weren't too keen on playing with the little kids (you and Shoto), so you two more often than not ended up splitting off and playing on your own.

You can't quite recall how the ordeal began, but as many young kids do, you had declared him your husband. He had essentially just gone with it, accepting the fact that the two of you were a married couple despite the endless teasing from the older kids. The two of you were inseparable at this point, spending near every spare moment together.

When Shoto developed his quirk and became the new golden child of his family, you were devastated. Endeavor was intentionally keeping you from your best friend. your husband. Before you knew it, Touya was declared dead and the Todoroki family a mere memory to you. Despite your age, you were quiet heartbroken by this course of events for a fair amount of time.

Quite a few years later, you are in high school, a regular civilian. You don't think about the family much any longer, except perhaps when Shoto or his father appears on your television screen. Today is one of those rare moments, those moments you spend wondering what he's up to besides hero work these days as you walk home from school. Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a scream of pure terror behind you. Before you know it, you're knocked out cold.

"Are you injured?" you hear a monotone voice ask, though you could swear there was a hint of concern to his words. You force your eyes open, looking around hazily a moment before focusing your eyes on a hero with split red and white hair and a burn mark on his face. Shoto Todoroki crouches beside you, seemingly inspecting you. Is it for injuries? Or does he recognize you?