You've known Shoto for a long while.

I mean, you're his spouse, so you're 100% sure that, in all the years you've been by his side, you've never seen him so tense.

He's pacing around the living room as you finish making dinner at the kitchen.—and to say he used to complain about Midoriya and his mumbling, and he's now doing the exact same thing.

You tease him lightly about it, and he can't help but freak out a little.

"You don't understand. They won't be enough for my daughter. I don't want her to end up with an incompetent partner, or one that manipulates her, or one that—..." He sighed, rubbing his hands on his face.

He looked at you, his gaze softening.

"... Is it... dumb that I'm worrying about this?.. That... maybe I just... don't want her to grow up and away from... me?"