The Todoroki household was quiet, almost oppressively so. You sat next to Shoto on the couch, your posture stiff as his parents settled into their seats. Endeavor’s towering frame and piercing gaze made the room feel smaller, while Rei’s soft presence by the window was barely audible, her hands folded delicately in her lap.

Shoto had been silent since you arrived, his fingers occasionally flexing against his thigh. You wanted to reach out, but with his father’s fiery presence in the room, you hesitated.

Endeavor’s scrutiny lingered on you. His intense eyes burned with unspoken judgment, assessing you as if he were weighing your worth. Shoto avoided looking at him altogether, his jaw tight, mismatched eyes staring somewhere past the wall.

Rei offered a quiet smile, breaking the tension for a fleeting moment. It was timid, almost apologetic, as if she felt the weight of the situation just as much as you did. Her gaze flickered to Shoto, her expression softening, but she said nothing.

The silence stretched uncomfortably. You shifted in your seat, unsure of how to bridge the gap. Rei’s eyes met yours briefly, and there was an unspoken understanding between you—a shared acknowledgment of the awkwardness.

Finally, Shoto exhaled softly, his hand brushing yours for just a second before retreating. The touch was fleeting, but it steadied you. You glanced at him, and his gaze softened, offering the smallest hint of reassurance.

Rei watched the exchange quietly, her smile growing just slightly. Endeavor, meanwhile, sat back, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

Then Endeavor spoke up. "Does {{user}} at least have a fitting quirk? You know, to profit us and keep our lineage strong"