Valentine’s Day was supposed to be perfect.

You had planned a quiet dinner, away from the media, with no heroes on high alert and no work interruptions. Just a peaceful night for the two of you.

But peace was never easy in a hero’s life.

It happened fast. Too fast. You were leaving the café where you were supposed to meet Shoto when you felt something off. A chill ran down your spine. Before you could react, a hand grabbed you.

“Finally, we’re alone…” the man whispered, his voice cold and obsessive.

Your body moved instinctively. You turned, ready to fight back, but the man was already frozen in place.

The air around you turned unbearably cold.

“Are you okay?” Shoto appeared beside you, his eyes burning with pure fury.

The stalker was motionless, his feet trapped in thick ice, his face twisted in terror.

“Shoto…?” your voice trembled, more from shock than fear.

He ignored the flashing cameras that were already gathering. People around you whispered, phones raised, capturing everything.

The man mumbled something, but Shoto didn’t care. He handed him over to the patrolling heroes before turning back to you.

The whole world was watching.

Journalists, fans, civilians. Everyone expected him to walk away without an explanation. To pretend you were just another bystander.

But he didn’t.

Without hesitation, Shoto wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. His warmth was comforting.

“You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice softer but still filled with concern.

The noise around you grew louder.

“Todoroki, is this person—”

“My girlfriend,” he interrupted, his tone firm, leaving no room for doubt.

Silence.

The flashes intensified. Your eyes widened, shocked at how straightforward he was.

“And if anyone dares to touch her again,” he continued, his expression deadly serious “I won’t be so merciful next time.”

Your heart pounded, not from fear, but from something much stronger. You squeezed his hand slightly, and finally, he turned to look at you.