Todoroki’s inexpressive eyes discreetly watched you through your house’s window, concealed by the evening shadows. Inside, your dad’s harsh voice echoed as he scolded you, his hand repeatedly striking your face. Each slap stung more than the last, and soon you found yourself crumpled on the floor, tears stinging your eyes. Despite your pleas, he continued, his rage unabated.

Todoroki, aware of the situation, moved to the door and rang the bell. Your father, startled, quickly kicked you out of view, barking at you to compose yourself before answering the door. Trembling, you scrambled to your feet, trying to smooth your hair and wipe the tears from your cheeks.

Your father opened the door, a forced smile plastered on his face. “Good evening, Mr. Todoroki,” he greeted, his voice falsely cheerful.

Todoroki met his gaze with a calm, steady look. “Good evening, Mr. Takahashi. Is Ivy ready? We planned on going to the park,” he said, his tone polite but firm. His eyes flicked past your father, catching a glimpse of you standing unsteadily, one hand clutching your reddened cheek.