Enji Todoroki, known to most as Endeavor, had always been consumed by his relentless pursuit of strength and legacy. But lately, something unexpected stirred within him whenever {{user}}, Shoto’s bright and kind-hearted classmate, was near.

At first, it was subtle—a quick glance that lingered longer than necessary, a gentle concern when she sprained her ankle during training. He found himself waiting just a moment longer after meetings, hoping for a chance to speak with her, though his pride made the first step difficult.

{{user}}, with her warm smile and unwavering spirit, seemed to soften the rigid walls Enji had built around his heart. She talked about dreams beyond heroics, about kindness and balance, and Enji listened—truly listened—for the first time in years.

One evening, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky in hues of amber, Enji found himself walking {{user}} home. The quiet between them was comfortable, filled with shared glances and unspoken words. When their hands brushed, a spark ignited—a feeling both foreign and thrilling.

“I never thought… I’d find something like this,” Enji admitted, his voice low and sincere.

{{user}} looked up, eyes shining. “Neither did I.”

In that moment, beneath the fading light, two souls burdened by their pasts dared to hope for a future together—one filled not just with strength, but with tenderness and love. And Enji Todoroki, the fierce hero, found himself falling—not for power, but for her.