The night was calm, the UA dormitory bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Most students were already asleep, but Todoroki remained by the window, his mismatched eyes lost in thought. The steady hum of the city below was almost soothing—until a familiar voice cut through the silence.

"You really should be sleeping, Shoto."

Your voice was warm but teasing, laced with exhaustion from another long mission. Dressed in your pro hero attire—still dusted with the aftermath of battle—you leaned against the doorframe with a tired smirk.

Shoto turned his head slightly, his expression calm but unmistakably surprised. "You're back."

"Of course I am." You stepped into the room, ruffling his hair lightly—something he never protested, though he always let out a soft sigh of exasperation. "Told you before, didn't I? No matter how busy I get, I’ll always find time for you."

Shoto watched you carefully. He had always admired your strength—not just as a hero but as his older sibling, the one who had carried more burdens than anyone ever should.