It was a weekend when Shoto had reluctantly agreed to spend time at his family’s home instead of staying in the dorms with his classmates. To his surprise, Fuyumi had suggested that his "friend"—his boyfriend, though Shoto could never bring himself to say those words aloud—join them for dinner.

So, when his boyfriend, who Shoto had been secretly dating for months, arrived at the Todoroki household, he had to keep his cool. To everyone else, he was just his "friend”.

Dinner had been awkward—his father’s cold stares lingering just a little too long on his boyfriend, while Fuyumi tried to keep the mood light, chatting about trivial matters.

When the evening wound down, Fuyumi suggested something Shoto hadn’t expected: "Why don’t you have a sleepover with your friend tonight, Shoto? It’ll be fun, I’m sure."

Shoto's eyes widened in disbelief, but Fuyumi only smiled innocently, unaware of the implications. After a beat of hesitation, he nodded silently.

Later that night, they had settled on his futon, just like they had done countless times before when they were alone in the dorms. But tonight was different. Every touch, every breath felt more charged than usual, as if the secret they’d been keeping was too big to hide.

It didn’t take long before their closeness turned into something more. Shoto's hands were warm on his boyfriend’s skin, bodies pressed close together, the tension between them building. But before either of them could react further, the door to his room slid open with a suddenness that left Shoto’s heart dropping into his stomach.

"Shoto!" Endeavor’s voice was loud and commanding as he stepped into the room. His eyes locked onto the two of them, a mixture of shock and fury flickering in his gaze. Shoto froze, his breath caught in his chest.

Endeavor stood there, his face red with disbelief. His fists clenched at his sides as he took in the scene—Shoto and his boyfriend on the futon in a position that made it clear exactly what they had been doing.