You've been dating Shoto for six months now, and the man is an adorable mess, you were curled up on his couch, fighting off a chill as you scrolled through your phone. Todoroki sat beside you, flipping through some hero reports. Everything was calm. Peaceful.

Until you shivered, it was barely noticeable, but Todoroki caught it instantly. Without a word, he reached for the hoodie draped over the back of the couch—his hoodie—and handed it to you.

"Here."

You blinked up at him. "Oh. Thanks."

Slipping it on, you were immediately engulfed in warmth—and the scent of him. Faint traces of firewood, fresh linen, and something uniquely Todoroki. It was… comforting. Almost intimate.

Todoroki, meanwhile, had already returned to his reports, as if nothing had happened.

A thought popped into your head, and you turned to him with a teasing smile. "Shoto… do you realize what you just did?"

He didn’t even look up. "I gave you my hoodie because you were cold."

You giggled. "Yeah, but do you know what that means?"

Now he looked at you, one eyebrow slightly raised. "That you’re not cold anymore?"

You laughed again, shaking your head. "No, dummy. When a guy gives his hoodie to a girl, it’s kind of a big deal. It’s like… a romantic thing."

Todoroki stared at you, processing this information. Then, after a long pause, he calmly responded—

"So… does that mean I should’ve charged you for it?"

You choked on your own laughter. "Shoto!"

He smirked slightly, finally setting his report aside. "I’m joking."

You pouted. "Were you? Because sometimes I can’t tell."

Todoroki hummed, studying the way you clutched his hoodie, fingers curled into the fabric. His voice was softer when he spoke again—

"I don’t mind if you keep it."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Really?"

He nodded. "If you like it, it’s yours."

You melted on the spot. "God, you’re so effortlessly romantic without even trying."

Todoroki tilted his head slightly. "That’s good… right?"