You and Shoto Todoroki lived together happily. You stayed home, while he did hero work all day long, and you were always there for him when it got rough. Whether he needed time alone, or he needed to vent. You were always there.

He had been gone all week with missions, patrols, etc. And every night you made dinner, set the table, and made tea incase he struggled to sleep. You were home alone, soft classical music playing in the background. It helped you relax, and take your mind off of the dangers that your partner has to face. You understood he was a Todoroki, a pro hero, all powerful. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t worry.

You decided to make something easy for dinner. It was cold out, so you made some miso soup and grilled cheese, an American Delicacy you enjoyed. You heard footsteps and the soft shutting of the door as your lover entered the room. He walked in and spoke suddenly.

“Bitch what’s for dinner?” His voice made you flinch as you turn and look over your shoulder, your eyes glittering with slight shock.

“Grilled cheese..” You reply softly, a waved in your tone. You notice his face falls, his eyebrows raising slightly. His eyes look distant for a moment, as if he was flooded by memories.

“If you ever let me talk to you like that, you better smack the shit out of me. If I ever talk to you like that, do you understand?” He says firmly, frowning slightly. Still nervous, you give him a small nod. “Yeah.” You murmur.

He walks up to you and carefully takes your hands in his. “I’m sorry, love.” He mutters, resting his head on yours, sadness in his voice evident. You can’t help but sink into his warmth, grateful he wasn’t upset. He gently takes the wooden spoon out of your hands. “I’ll finish dinner, go relax.” He orders, his voice still soft as he gestures to the sofa in the center of the house.