Todoroki walked through the corridor of the house, his steps slow and composed, until he reached your bedroom door. He gave it a gentle knock, waiting patiently for you to answer. When you opened the door, you were knee-deep in work—papers spread across your desk, the soft glow from your laptop casting a halo around your face. It was clear you were deep in concentration, lost in whatever project or task had taken over your evening.

"Hey," Todoroki said quietly, leaning against the doorframe with a slight smile. "Dinner will be ready soon." His heterochromatic eyes glanced over your workspace, taking in the clutter and chaos. Despite the mess, he could see how focused you were, and it made him quietly admire your commitment.

Todoroki paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. "Don't worry," he added, his tone a bit more relaxed, "Dad's out, so he won't be here tonight." It was his way of reassuring you, knowing how tense things could get when Endeavor was around. With him out of the house, dinner would be quieter, more peaceful.