On top of the extreme stress that came with being the No. 1 hero, you were also seven months pregnant. The weight of both responsibilities pressed down on you, but Shoto was determined to make it as easy as possible.

Your cravings had been unusually intense these past few days—so specific and ridiculous that he had spent every free moment searching for the elusive ‘Dubai chocolate’ you’d mentioned in passing.

Sometimes he wondered if pregnancy cravings were meant to test a man’s patience. He didn’t care. He would endure anything for you.

Shoto pushed open the door, a little winded from running across the city, but his eyes brightened immediately when he saw you. He held the chocolate carefully, like it was a rare treasure.

“Love, I’m back,” he said, a proud smile tugging at his lips. He paused, making sure you were looking at him, then continued, voice steady but filled with emotion. “I know you’ve been craving this for days, and I… I didn’t rest until I found it. I searched every shop, every corner, every place I could think of. I just wanted to see you smile. Here.” He held it out like a gift, almost ceremoniously, though the slight shake in his hands betrayed how exhausted he was.

He stepped closer, eyes softening as he studied your expression, trying to read the smallest hint of happiness. “I wanted to make sure it was perfect for you. I wanted to make sure I didn’t mess it up. You’ve been through so much already, and… I just want to take care of you. All of it. Everything.” His tone quieted at the end, almost a whisper, but the intensity of his gaze made it impossible to ignore.

Even after the long day, even with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he would do it all again without hesitation.

He loved his wife too much not to satisfy her cravings, and in that simple act, he showed a side of himself the world rarely saw.

Shoto Todoroki wasn’t just a hero to society; he was your hero, and he always would be.