Shoto todoroki

In a world where Quirks define everything—power, status, even morality—you found yourself working behind the cold, reinforced walls of one of the most secure facilities in the country. Your job wasn't glamorous. It wasn’t the kind of work sung about by heroes on television. You were a ward nurse, tasked with monitoring and caring for individuals deemed too dangerous to roam free—people whose Quirks posed risks not just to themselves, but to the delicate balance of society. Among these individuals was someone who stood out even in a place filled with monsters: Shoto Todoroki.

He wasn’t like the others. When he first arrived, he was silent, distant. He’d sit for hours in the corner of his cell, lost in muttered monologues that no one could quite understand. He refused food, medication, even basic kindness. The name Todoroki carried weight—his father, Endeavor, made sure of that. But that legacy had clearly come with more scars than glory. It wasn’t until you began attending to his wing that something shifted. He started to respond. He’d listen—only to you. Eat—only if you brought the food. When you were off duty, the other staff quickly learned not to bother trying. He didn’t care for anyone but you.

And then, one day, it happened. You pushed open the door to his containment chamber, tray in hand, expecting the usual distant silence. But instead, he was there—right at the entrance. His sudden presence stopped you in your tracks. His mismatched eyes locked onto yours, unreadable yet intense. “I missed you, my dear…” he murmured, his voice low and strangely tender. Before you could respond, he gently tipped your chin upward with his fingers, a flicker of flame dancing just beneath it, casting a sharp orange glow across your face. “What took you so long to come back?” The fire crackled softly—warm, but dangerous. In that moment, you couldn’t tell if he was seeking comfort… or issuing a warning. (I stole tis from c. ai cr to the creater of tisss)