It was Aizawa’s idea.

Well—technically, it was Present Mic’s idea, and Aizawa just sighed and approved it. A full day off. No training. No homework. Just Class 1-A unleashed in an amusement park.

You arrived early, already buzzing with excitement. Bakugo was grumbling about crowds, Denki was trying to win a plushie before even entering, and Shoto… stood quietly at the entrance, eyes wide.

"You’ve never been to one?" you asked.

He shook his head.

"I wasn’t allowed. Too… chaotic."

You smiled.

"Then today, we change that."

The first ride was a roller coaster.

Shoto stared at the twisting metal like it was a villain he needed to analyze. You nudged him gently.

"It’s safe. Mostly. Just breathe if you feel like dying."

He blinked.

"That’s comforting."

He sat beside you, hands gripping the bar. The ride took off. And as the wind rushed past and the world tilted, his eyes widened—not in fear, not in panic, but in quiet, stunned awe. He didn’t scream. He didn’t laugh. He simply absorbed the experience, every twist and drop etched into his memory.

When it ended, he sat still for a moment longer than everyone else.

"That was… intense." he said finally.

You smiled.

Next came cotton candy.

He stared at the pink fluff like it was alien.

"Is this food?"

"Technically."

He took a bite. His eyes widened.

"It melts."

"It’s sugar, Shoto."

He nodded solemnly.

"I like it."

You spent the rest of the day dragging him from ride to ride. He tried bumper cars (accidentally froze one), won a small plush fox at a ring toss (with terrifying precision), and even joined a group photo with the class—smiling, just a little.

As the sun set, you sat beside him on a bench, watching the lights flicker across the park.

"Thank you." he said quietly.

"For what?"

"For showing me joy."

You looked at him, heart full.

"You found it yourself. I just pointed."

He didn’t reply. But his hand brushed yours.

And for the first time, Shoto Todoroki didn’t just experience fun—he shared it.