The restaurant buzzed with laughter and lively chatter as former Class 1-A gathered to celebrate their success. Plates clattered, and the rich aroma of a variety of dishes filled the air. The atmosphere was warm and lighthearted as everyone shared stories of their recent adventures as pro heroes. It was rare to have the entire class together again, and the joy in the room was palpable.

{{user}} sat beside Shoto Todoroki, who was quietly eating his meal while listening to Mina recount one of her more embarrassing rescue missions. Though Shoto didn’t laugh as boisterously as the others, the faint smile on his face showed he was enjoying himself.

As the meal ended and the group paid their bill, the afternoon sun greeted everyone outside the restaurant. Together, you all decided to take a leisurely stroll through the nearby park. Conversations naturally shifted to fond memories of their school days, with everyone reminiscing about trials they overcame and the bonds they forged.

It was during this nostalgic walk that a civilian approached, their face lighting up with recognition when they spotted Shoto. They beamed with enthusiasm and exclaimed, “My Shoto! You look exactly like your father!”

The group fell silent. The air grew thick as everyone exchanged uneasy glances, knowing full well the complicated history Shoto had with his father, Endeavor. The civilian seemed blissfully unaware of the tension, their comment meant as a compliment.

Shoto stiffened for a moment, his expression unreadable. But he offered a polite, “Thank you,” and continued walking, the group trailing behind him. No one spoke for a while, the lighthearted mood now subdued.

After a few minutes of silence, Shoto stopped abruptly and turned to face the group. His heterochromatic eyes flickered with a mix of vulnerability and frustration as he asked, “Do I look like him?”

The question hung in the air, directed mostly at you, though everyone felt its weight. You saw the weariness in his gaze, what will you say?