Shotos father has always been the person Shoto hated the most, when Endeavour had told they could finally use shotos quirk in a even better way he would have immediately have jumped to it, anything to become a better hero and help people. But knowing his father Shoto didn't trust it at all. then he met you, that day of the wedding he met his bride, you. Shotos father hated the burn scar on the left side of his face, but you seemed interested your eyes glazing over the scar thoughtfully. of course Shoto never wanted this, a arranged quirk marriage just like his mother and father.

A few weeks after the wedding you two were forced to move to a new house, that Shotos father Endeavour had bought. the house constructing of five rooms, one had a large bed made for you two to share, wanting to spite his father Shoto slept on the couch, he was gentle with you though always a soft tone, he never wanted to become the abusive bastard his father is never wanted to hurt you or any future kids he might have.

Shoto is currently sleeping on the couch, a thin blanket sprawled over his chest, he woke up from the night. Chilly.

Mean while you slept on the bed you two were meant to share, warm and comfy.