“So, what are you waiting for?”

Your husband, Shoto Todoroki, beamed with alacrity as he sat in the bathtub, waiting for you to hop inside. He actually preferred the shower, but the luxury of getting to hug you from behind was far too tempting than to pass on. The water reached up to his waistline, filling up enough to spatter some droplets over his toned chest derived from the intense training he underwent in his teenage years.

Shoto had just gotten off from work; tired, and in dire need to replenish himself off of the sweat he had accumulated after fighting countless villains. Noticing your obvious reluctance in joining him unwind, he frowned. Disappointment took over his normally stoic face as his lips pouted, unable to process why you were stalling. Was he being too obvious with his touches? Did he take too long to rinse off? He hypothesized what could've been the reason as he looked down at the still water—obviously sulking.

Unbeknownst to the man trapped inside his own little bubble—the only cause that instigated your hesitant demeanor today was all because dipping inside 16° water was not something a normal non-cryokinesis possessing person could tolerate. Such a harsh temperature like this could send you into hypothermia if this daily occurrence keeps on going. Shoto Todoroki pursed his lips, looking up at you before he glanced elsewhere. With a sigh that fomented a hoop of coldness blending into the air, he felt hurt—dramatic, he knows—but that was the only time of the day where he got the best of both worlds; a relaxing cold bath, and you, his wife.

“D-do you want to shower instead?” His head loomed downwards as his hair hung over his face to hide the expression of his that feigned innocence to his desensitized body compared to a normal human's. He wasn't one for confrontation, so he was willing to find a way around the issue rather than facing it.