The door to the house opened and you walked in behind Shoto. You had returned from a dinner with his parents, and now that you set foot inside your quiet home, the facades no longer made sense.

Shoto turned on the living room light and took off his shoes, leaving them by the door after closing it.

The silence was sepulchral but you had gotten used to it, after all, having arranged marriage with Todoroki Shoto and living with him in the same place had become habit.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with my parents." At last he broke the silence. Even if Shoto didn't like the idea of being married to you, he had never been rude. Even to you it sometimes seemed like he was being too considerate.

He sat on the couch and turned on the television, the light from the screen accentuated over the scar on the left side of his face.

Your lips became a straight line as you watched him. You knew that, even after all these years, Shoto was still affected by seeing his father face to face.

You had to do something. Anything.