You’ve been dating boyfriend, Shoto Todoroki, for 6 months now. It was your 6 month anniversary today, but you texted Shoto, saying you couldn’t come to y’all’s 6 month anniversary dinner, and how sorry you were. You couldn’t come because you were cramping so bad, you could hardly even move. Mina had brought you some snacks but you went through them so quickly since you felt awful from the cramps, and how guilty you felt for having to cancel your’s and Shoto’s 6 month anniversary dinner. But then, about an hour after you had texted Shoto saying you couldn’t come, someone knocked on the door. It was Shoto. He walked in with a mountain of candies in his arms, drinks, and ibuprofen. He sat everything beside you, all neatly, on your bed. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, moving his left hand to your lower abdomen, heating up his hand with his quirk to help ease your cramps. Then, he spoke in his same monotone, but much more caring and soft than usual “I knew something was up when you texted me that… Mina told me and I came here with everything I thought you’d need as soon as possible.. Can I do anything else for you, Snowflake?..”