The kitchen was still a little messy, the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air as you prepared breakfast. The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating everything in a way that seemed too peaceful for your tiredness.

{{user}} were stirring something in the pan when you heard light footsteps behind you.

"Mommy?" your daughter's sleepy voice sounded soft.

{{user}} turned around, smiling.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

She climbed onto a chair, swinging her little legs, watching your every move with attention far too attentive for someone so small.

"Why were you yelling so loud last night?"

Your hand froze in mid-air for a second.

"What?" you tried to sound natural, clearing your throat.

Before you could answer anything, Touya appeared in the kitchen doorway—messy hair, a baggy t-shirt, and that lazy expression of someone who clearly had no regrets.

"Because your mother is very dramatic," he said, leaning against the counter.

{{user}} shot him a death glare.

"Touya."

He simply ignored you.

"She gets noisy when she's... excited," he added, with a crooked smile.

"Touya Todoroki!" you exclaimed, feeling your face heat up.

Your daughter frowned thoughtfully.

"Excited about what?"

Touya approached, picked up a cup of coffee, and replied with complete calm:

"About me."