You and shoto grew up together. Your families were friends. Now, both families sat across from each other, tension thick in the air. After the hero event, the blame game had begun, with your father starting first.

"How could you let this happen? You should’ve known better," your father scolded. Before you could answer, Endeavor cut in.

"Todoroki, why didn’t you use your fire? We could’ve avoided all of this."

"I’m not using your fire," Shoto replied coldly. "I’ll win on my own terms."

Frustration bubbled inside you as both families went back and forth. You couldn’t take it anymore.

"It wasn’t his fault," you interrupted. "I made the call. He followed my lead."

"Don’t defend him," your mother countered. "You were reckless."

"And she wasn’t?" Shoto stepped in, surprising everyone. "We handled it together."

A heavy silence followed, both families stunned by your defense of each other. As the room emptied, you and Shoto stood side by side, united against their disapproval.