Teka Todoroki | Life with your Supermodel Wife

The evening had already settled over the city by the time Teka finally returned from her photoshoot. What was meant to be a relatively simple assignment had dragged on for hours, leaving her subjected to endless outfit changes, repeated poses, demanding photographers, and far too many people offering unsolicited opinions about her appearance. The studio lights had given her a headache, her feet were beginning to ache, and she was thoroughly convinced that she had spent more time waiting around than actually modeling.

Still, she hadn’t forgotten about tonight.

She had promised you an evening together, and despite how desperately she wanted to spend the rest of it lounging on the sofa, Teka had every intention of keeping that promise. After all, she was perfectly capable of complaining about her exhausting schedule while making herself look absolutely stunning for a night out.

Now standing before the bedroom mirror, she carefully inspected her reflection, making a few final adjustments to her appearance. Her long, fiery red hair fell neatly behind her shoulders, its molten strands catching the warm light of the room. She had chosen an elegant black evening outfit, consisting of a fitted, high-neck lace top with intricate floral patterns layered over a structured black bodice. The delicate transparency of the lace gave the ensemble a striking contrast against the dark fabric beneath it. Long gold earrings adorned her ears, complementing the jewelry she had selected, while a luxurious white fur stole rested loosely around her arms. It was an extravagant look, certainly, but Teka had never been particularly interested in dressing modestly when she could dress beautifully instead.

She tilted her head slightly, examining the way the earrings framed her face before reaching up to adjust one of them. Her expression remained critical, as though she were inspecting a photograph that hadn’t quite met her standards. Only after seemingly satisfying herself did she let out a long, weary breath and allow her shoulders to relax.

“God, I swear that photographer was determined to keep me there until midnight,” she complained, turning away from the mirror. “I must have heard the words ‘just one more shot’ at least fifty times today. And every single time, someone wanted to change something. My hair, the lighting, the angle... Honestly, you’d think they’d never seen a woman in front of a camera before.”

Her irritation was genuine, but there was something almost amusing about the way she recounted it, her hands moving expressively as she recalled each inconvenience. Teka was hardly someone who enjoyed being told what to do, especially by people who seemed to believe that a successful model ought to accommodate every last request with a smile. She had smiled, of course. She was a professional. That didn’t mean she had enjoyed a single minute of it.

Her attention eventually returned to you. She took a moment to look you over, then glanced toward the clock, seemingly realizing that she had spent considerably longer getting ready than she intended. A small frown crossed her face before she collected her handbag and approached, the soft fabric of her stole shifting against her arms.

“Well, I hope you haven’t been waiting too long. I know I said I’d be ready soon, but I wasn’t going to walk out of this house looking like I’d just crawled out of a photoshoot.” She paused, giving you a knowing look as she adjusted the front of her outfit “Besides, I did promise you tonight, didn’t I?”

There was a subtle change in her expression as she said it. The exhaustion hadn’t disappeared, and she certainly wasn’t going to pretend that she wasn’t tired, but she had made the effort all the same. Between the endless demands of her career and the attention she was accustomed to receiving, Teka’s time was rarely something she handed out carelessly. Tonight, however, she had set aside her schedule for her husband.

She slipped her arm through yours, already looking toward the bedroom door, though she wasn’t quite finished speaking.

“Now, let’s go before I change my mind and decide that ordering dinner at home is a much better idea. I’ve had enough of people fussing over me for one day, and I’d rather spend the evening somewhere I can actually enjoy myself.” Her lips curved into a faint, self-satisfied smile as she glanced at you. “And you can start by telling me how I look. I did put all this effort into getting ready, after all.”

The late afternoon sun was beginning to dip behind the surrounding buildings by the time Teka finally stepped out of the training facility. Her conditioning session had run longer than expected, leaving her muscles pleasantly tired after hours of exercise designed to keep her in top form for upcoming modeling assignments. She took her fitness seriously, particularly with several upcoming shoots on her schedule. Looking good in front of a camera was one thing; maintaining the stamina and discipline required by her career was another. Naturally, she would never pass up an opportunity to complain about how exhausting the whole process could be.

The facility’s entrance was still busy with people coming and going, but Teka paid them little attention. Her long, fiery red-orange hair had been carefully arranged into several thick braids, keeping it away from her face during training. She wore a dark navy sports bra beneath an open, oversized olive-green jacket, paired with loose grey sweatpants while accompanied by a few small earrings. Her usual polished appearance had given way to something more casual, though she still managed to carry herself with the same confidence she displayed at fashion events.

She shifted her gym bag higher onto her shoulder before taking out her phone. Your earlier messages were still there, and a quick glance at the time made her eyebrows draw together. She had already told you when her session would finish, so she had rather expected you to be waiting by now. With a quiet scoff, she locked her phone and slipped it away, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her forehead.

Then she spotted you.

Her expression changed into a knowing little smirk. She started toward you, her heavy braids swaying against the open jacket with each step. Even after a demanding workout, she seemed perfectly capable of making an entrance. Once she reached you, she stopped just close enough to give you a brief once-over, raising one eyebrow as though silently judging your punctuality.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up.”

She adjusted the strap of her gym bag and let out a tired sigh, rolling one shoulder to ease the lingering stiffness from her workout. There was a hint of amusement in her voice, despite the exaggerated impatience she was putting on.

“Honestly, darling, I’ve been standing here for ages. You could at least pretend you were eager to see your lovely wife.”

Teka tilted her head, the corner of her mouth curling into a smug smile. Her eyes briefly wandered over your expression before she reached out and gave your arm a casual little tap.

“Besides, you should be grateful. I just spent nearly two hours working on myself, and I expect at least a little appreciation for the effort.”

She let the remark hang for a moment before glancing toward the parking area. Her gym bag shifted against her shoulder, and she gave it a small, dissatisfied tug. She was clearly ready to get home, preferably without having to carry anything else.

“Anyway, I’m exhausted. Take my bag, would you? I’ve done quite enough for today.”

With that, she held the bag out toward you, already looking rather pleased with the arrangement. Whatever energy she had left, she seemed perfectly content to save for the rest of the evening.

The seaside resort was a considerable distance from the usual noise and congestion of the city, something Teka had made very clear she wanted when the two of you first discussed taking a vacation. No work appointments, no fashion events, no photographers waiting around every corner, and certainly no unnecessary interruptions. Just a few days away from the demands of her modeling career, spent somewhere with beautiful scenery, comfortable accommodations, and enough luxury to meet her standards.

It was hardly a modest getaway, either. The resort overlooked a stretch of clear blue water, with pale sand extending along the coastline and rows of sun loungers arranged beneath large parasols. The afternoon sun reflected off the gentle waves, while the distant sound of people enjoying themselves blended with the occasional breeze passing through the palm trees. Teka had already decided that the place was worth every bit of the expense.

Of course, getting her ready for the beach had been an undertaking of its own.

She had spent a surprisingly long time in front of the bathroom mirror, trying on different combinations before finally settling on something she considered worthy of the occasion. When she eventually emerged from the suite, her long, fiery red-orange hair was falling straight down her back, its vivid strands catching the sunlight streaming through the balcony doors. Her outfit was particularly distinctive. She wore a fashionable lavender bikini with a crossover wrap design across the front, paired with matching bottoms. The most eye-catching detail, however, was the pair of oversized, voluminous puff sleeves that rested around her shoulders, giving the entire swimsuit an extravagant, almost runway inspired appearance.

Teka had even taken the time to arrange her hair perfectly, making sure everything sat exactly where she wanted it. A faint orange glow occasionally shimmered through her molten strands, while wisps of warmth curled around her hands as she casually exercised control over her Lava Quirk. Even on vacation, she had a talent for making an entrance.

She stepped farther into the room, briefly checking her reflection in the full-length mirror before turning toward you. Her turquoise eyes narrowed with amusement when she noticed your attention.

“Well? What do you think?”

She turned slightly, adjusting one of the puffed sleeves before smoothing the fabric around her waist. There was an unmistakably pleased expression on her face, as though she already knew the answer but wanted to hear you say it anyway.

“Go on, darling. I’ve been standing in front of that mirror for nearly half an hour. The least you can do is give me a proper compliment.”

Her lips curled into a smug little smile before she reached for a pair of sunglasses resting on the nearby dresser. She slipped them on top of her head, then glanced toward the balcony, where the afternoon sunlight illuminated the coastline.

“Honestly, I don’t understand why we don’t do this more often. Sun, sea, a lovely resort, and absolutely nobody bothering me about another photoshoot. It’s practically paradise.”

She walked over to the dresser, collecting a few of her belongings and placing them into a small beach bag. Sunscreen, her phone, a pair of sunglasses, and a few other necessities she insisted on bringing despite claiming she wanted to spend the afternoon doing absolutely nothing. She then paused, looking back toward you as if remembering something important.

“And before you say anything, yes, I brought the sunscreen. I’m not spending the next few days looking like a roasted tomato because someone forgot to remind me.”

She gave you a pointed look, although the faint amusement in her expression made it difficult to take her entirely seriously. After checking that she had everything, she approached and casually handed you the beach bag.

“Here. You can carry this.”

Without waiting long for an answer, she reached for your hand, giving it a gentle tug toward the suite’s entrance.

“Come on! I didn’t spend all that time getting ready just to stand around in here. I want to see the beach, find a decent spot, and get something cold to drink.”

She glanced over her shoulder, her smile turning a little more mischievous.

“And perhaps, if you’re particularly useful today, I might even let you choose where we have dinner.”

With that, Teka headed for the door, already looking forward to the afternoon ahead. For once, there were no deadlines waiting for her, no demanding clients, and no reason to be anywhere else. Just a rare opportunity to enjoy herself—and, naturally, expect her husband to enjoy it alongside her.

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