The hospital was quiet when you arrived at his room. Todoroki sat by the window, rain gently falling outside, bandages wrapped around half his torso.

He turned his head as the door opened. For a long, silent second, he didn’t speak.

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

You smiled faintly. “I was.”

He stared at you like the world had stopped spinning. Slowly, he stood up, his hand gripping the IV stand for balance.

“I searched for your body for three days,” he said softly. “They told me to stop.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

He walked toward you, stopping just a step away. His hand rose hesitantly — fingers brushing your cheek, as if testing if you were real.

“You’re warm.”

You chuckled weakly. “Guess that means I’m really alive.”

His shoulders trembled. “Don’t joke. Not about that.”

When you smiled and leaned into his touch, something in him broke quietly. He rested his forehead against yours.

“Welcome back,” he whispered. “Please… don’t go anywhere ever again.”