The house was silent—too silent for a place shared with Touya Todoroki and a two-year-old as difficult as her father.

{{user}} were sitting on the sofa with your daughter in your arms. Hina Todoroki refused to let go of her, even to sleep. Her serene expression contrasted sharply with the strong personality she displayed when awake.

"Only you..." you murmured, gently stroking her back. "Just like your father."

"I heard that."

His voice came from behind you.

Touya was in the hallway, observing the scene with that slow, attentive gaze. He walked to you unhurriedly and sat on the arm of the sofa.

"She doesn't let you out of her sight for a second," he said. "Even I wasn't that bad."

"You were," you replied immediately. "You just pretend you weren't."

He chuckled softly.

"Maybe. But I remember you didn't complain so much when I was the one clinging to you." You gave him a warning look.

"Touya."

"Relax." That crooked smile appeared. "I was just remembering."

Hina stirred slightly, making a small noise, and you carefully adjusted her so she wouldn't wake up.

Touya watched silently for a few seconds. Then, he leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice.

"It's funny..." he murmured. "There are things about you that I knew before anyone else."

"Don't even think about it," you whispered, already knowing where this was going.

"Too late," he shrugged. "And I remember them very well."

Your face flushed involuntarily.

"You're impossible."

"Married to you," he replied, clearly pleased. "Then it's worth it."

He reached out and gently touched his daughter's hair, with a tenderness few people had ever seen.

"One day," he added as he slowly stood up, "when she finally falls asleep for real... we'll talk properly." You took a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure.

"Touya Todoroki, you're a terrible example."

He stopped in the doorway and looked back, that dangerous smile on his lips.

"And yet... you chose me. Twice."