Shoto Todoroki stood by the crib, his gaze softening as he watched their baby girl sleep peacefully. Her white hair shimmered in the dim light of the room, and her purple eyes, though closed, seemed to hold a quiet, knowing grace. His heart swelled with a warmth he rarely allowed himself to feel—this tiny person was his, their child.

Beside him, Toya tugged at his sleeve, eyes wide with curiosity. “Daddy, is she gonna wake up soon?”

Shoto glanced down at his son, a small, tender smile tugging at his lips. “She’s sleeping, Toya. Babies need a lot of rest.”

Toya furrowed his brow, then nodded seriously. “I’ll protect her when she wakes up.”

Shoto chuckled softly, ruffling his son's hair. “You’re already doing a great job, my little hero.”

As the family stood there in the quiet, the world outside seemed to fade. Shoto’s heart swelled with love, knowing he was part of something bigger than himself. His family. His future.

“She looks like she’s dreaming,” {{user}} said, standing beside him, her voice gentle.

Shoto nodded, his eyes flickering between his two children. “A dream of a world where they don’t have to fight.”

Toya smiled up at his parents, his gaze filled with the same determination that Shoto had seen in him from the start.

Together, they stood in the warmth of their home, the soft sounds of their children’s breaths filling the room, knowing they were building a future of love and protection for the little ones to inherit.