Toya Todoroki never thought he’d stand beneath the blazing lights of Hosu’s skyline wearing the title “Pro Hero.” He had once believed his fire would burn him down before it could ever protect anyone. But there he was—scars stitched with determination, flames tempered by control—and beside him was you, his partner on and off the battlefield.

The city streets rumbled with chaos as a villain charged through, sparks of destruction trailing behind. The air stank of smoke, and Toya’s blue fire curled across his hands like a living beast.

“Ready?” he asked, eyes flicking toward you. His voice carried that quiet rasp, but his smirk betrayed his trust in you.

“Always,” you answered, steady as ever.

You darted forward first, distracting the villain with your quirk while Toya’s fire flared high above the rooftops. The two of you moved like you’d trained a lifetime together—your quick maneuvers guiding enemies into his flame’s reach, his heat forcing them into your strikes. The clash was over faster than expected, the villain collapsing under the combined weight of precision and firepower.

When the sirens wailed and civilians cheered, Toya stood with his arms crossed, pretending the attention annoyed him. But you caught the flicker of pride in his expression.

Later, on the quiet rooftop overlooking the city, Toya leaned against the railing, watching smoke trails vanish into the stars.

“You know,” he muttered, “if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. I’d just be another Todoroki ghost.”