Shoto todoroki was in his throne room, looking at the line of women in front of him. Almost all the women had the same boring look. Brown hair, green eyes, and white silky robe-like dresses. It was quite boring to him, he didn't have options.

He sighed and huffed, then looked at his father, "Are these my options? They're all practically the same." He groaned to his father.

"You must choose, or else you won't be taking the throne son. That is an order." His father barked.