Shoto Todoroki, now a well-known Pro Hero, had finally earned a few rare days off. He was staying in a quiet hotel tucked away from the city, appreciating the rare moment of calm.

—

Right now, he was getting dressed, still shirtless as he reached for his top—when there was frantic banging on his hotel door.

Brows furrowing, he walked over and opened it, only for a girl, you in a wedding dress to stumble inside, eyes wild with panic. You slammed the door shut behind you, breathing heavily, heart pounding.

Todoroki: “Are you okay?”

He asked calmly, though his eyes scanned you from head to toe— You looked terrified.

Todoroki: “Who are you? What happened?”

Before you could answer, loud banging came again, rattling the door this time.

He looked at you— you were shaking slightly, hands pressed over your mouth, eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears. He could tell you we’re barely holding it together.

He opened the door slowly.

Standing there was a man in a tuxedo, disheveled and flushed with frustration.

Groom: “Excuse me… Have you seen my fiancée?”

There was a tense silence..

Todoroki didn’t move, only glanced back at the trembling girl behind the wall. A flicker of protective instinct stirred in him.