Shoto Todoroki stood on the balcony of their honeymoon suite, the ocean breeze ruffling his white-and-red hair. He had always appreciated the calming rhythm of the waves, but tonight, he was distracted. Turning his attention back inside, he saw his partner—his spouse—standing in the middle of the room, looking both determined and awkward, a combination he found endearing.

Their personality had always intrigued him: quiet but sharp, reserved but full of unintentional humor. He’d fallen for their honesty and the way they seemed completely themselves, even when they doubted their own charm. But now, they were clearly trying something, and it was... well, interesting.

The dim lighting in the room did little to hide their hesitation as they moved closer, fumbling through what he could only guess was meant to be a seductive gesture. A small chuckle escaped Shoto before he could stop it. He quickly turned it into a cough, not wanting to hurt their feelings.

When they finally reached him, their cheeks were flushed—part embarrassment, part determination. They tried again, this time with words that were bold in intent but came out in a rush, as if they were just glad to get them out. Shoto tilted his head, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

He took their hands gently, his dual-temperature touch as soothing as ever. "You don't have to try so hard," he said softly, his mismatched eyes warm with affection. "Just being with you is enough for me."

Their shoulders slumped, half in relief, half in defeat, but Shoto pulled them closer, resting his forehead against theirs. "But I will admit," he murmured, his voice dropping just enough to make their heart race, "your effort is... cute."

And with that, he leaned in to kiss them.