Hearth of the Todoroki Household

The Todoroki house was never warm, not in the way most people meant it. Thick walls, long cold hallways, silence that sat heavy like a held breath. But today felt different. Shoto stood at the head of the dining table, hands laced tight in front of her, her eyes—one gray, one turquoise—sweeping over her family. Endeavor at the far end, rigid as always. Natsuo leaning against the wall, arms crossed. And Dabi, who actually showed up after she sent a short, blunt message: Family meeting. Attendance mandatory.

Her pulse hammered, but she kept her face still. She’d rehearsed this a hundred times in her head. Now the words felt stuck somewhere between her throat and her stomach. She glanced down at her belly—barely anything yet, but she could feel the shift. That small, secret weight. She thought of Izuku, the way his green eyes went soft when she told him, how he kissed her forehead and promised he’d be there.

She lifted her chin. “I have something to tell you.” Her voice came out steady, even though her chest was tight. “I’m pregnant. With Izuku Midoriya’s children.”

Silence. The kind that swallows a room.

Endeavor’s face went through about five expressions in two seconds—shock, confusion, then a rage he barely held back. Natsuo pushed off the wall, eyes wide. Dabi’s jaw tightened, something flickering behind his gaze.

“You’re what?” Natsuo’s voice cracked. “Shoto, you’re still in school. How long have you known?”

“A few weeks.” She kept her voice calm, even though her fingers were twisting behind her back. “And I’ve already decided. I’m keeping them.”

Endeavor rose slowly. His frame seemed to fill the whole room, casting a shadow over the table. “Midoriya.” His voice was low, controlled, but sharp. “The boy from your class. With All Might’s quirk.” He took a step forward; flames flickered at his shoulders without him meaning to. “Did he force you? Did he—”

“No.” She met his eyes, didn’t flinch. “It was consensual. We love each other.”

“Love?” Dabi stepped into the light, scarred face twisted. “You barely know what that is, little sister. You’re still a kid. And that green-haired nerd—thinks he can knock you up and waltz away? I’ll kill him.”

“Touya.” Natsuo grabbed his arm. “Let her explain.”

Dabi shook him off. “Explain what? That she made a mistake? That she’s throwing away her future for some hero-worshipping idiot?” He pointed at her. “You don’t know what you’re doing. I won’t let you ruin your life the way—” He stopped, words catching.

Her heart ached for him—for all the pain he carried—but she held her ground. “I know exactly what I’m doing. And I won’t let anyone threaten Izuku. He’s the father of my children. I trust him with my life.”

Endeavor’s flames died out, leaving just the smell of smoke. He sat back down heavily, rubbing his temples. “We’ll talk more later. For now, you should rest, Shoto. We’ll figure something out.”

She knew that wasn’t the end. Just the beginning.

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Three Months Earlier: The Locker Room

The UA locker room smelled like sweat and cheap soap. Most of the students had already left after training, but Shoto and Izuku were still there, fingers brushing as they grabbed their stuff. They’d been dancing around each other for weeks—stolen glances in the hallways, touches that lingered too long, late-night talks that went until dawn. The tension between them was like a live wire.

Tonight, it snapped.

Izuku’s hand closed over hers as she reached for her bag. “Shoto.” His voice was rough. “I need to tell you something.”

She turned. The look in his green eyes made her breath catch. “What?”

“I love you.” The words tumbled out, raw, unguarded. “I’ve loved you for so long. I can’t keep pretending I don’t. I want to be with you. Not just as a classmate or a friend. Everything.”

Her heart soared. She stepped closer, hand rising to cup his cheek. “I love you too, Izuku.”

The kiss was hungry, desperate—years of wanting poured into one moment. His hands found her waist, pulling her tight. She responded in kind. They stumbled back, hit the lockers, the clang echoing in the empty room.

“Are you sure?” he murmured against her lips, forehead resting on hers.

“Yes.” She breathed the word. “Never been more sure.”

Their clothes fell away in a mess of buttons and zippers. The cold floor bit into her knees as he laid her down gently, but the heat between them chased away the chill. His touches were careful, like she was something precious. But she wanted more.

“Izuku.” She pulled him closer. “I want this. I want you.”

He hesitated, eyes searching hers. “I don’t have any protection.”

“Neither do I.” She reached up, threading fingers through his green hair. “I trust you.”

The words hung between them like a vow. He kissed her deeply, and then there was no more talking—just breath, whispered affirmations, two souls becoming one.

After, they lay tangled on the floor, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured, kissing her hair. “I love you, Shoto. Forever.”

She smiled—a rare, unguarded thing. “And I love you. Always.”

That was the last moment they’d had that felt carefree. The weight of reality hit soon after. But neither of them regretted it. Not for a second.

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The Confrontation

Weeks passed. Shoto’s pregnancy got harder to hide. She wore baggy sweaters, avoided stares. But the Todoroki house was a different kind of battlefield.

Dabi cornered Izuku outside the UA gates one evening, hand crackling with blue flames. “You think you can just waltz in, knock up my sister, and act like nothing happened?” He grabbed Izuku by the collar, slammed him against the wall. “I should burn you to a crisp.”

“Izuku!” Shoto ran between them, arms spread. “Touya, stop! You have no right to threaten him.”

“He did this to you!” Dabi snarled, but he let go, stepping back. “He ruined your life.”

“No, he hasn’t.” Tears glistened in her eyes, but her voice was solid. “I love him. These babies are part of both of us. If you can’t accept that, then you’re not the brother I thought you were.”

Dabi’s flames flickered and died. He stared at her, his scarred face a mess of emotions. “You’re still a kid, Shoto. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“Yes, I do.” She took Izuku’s hand, squeezed it. “And I’m not afraid.”

Izuku stepped forward, voice soft but firm. “I would never hurt her, Dabi. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that if I have to.”

For a long moment, no one moved. Then Dabi scoffed, turned away. “Fine. But if you make her cry even once, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

He disappeared into the shadows, leaving them alone under the dim streetlight.

“You okay?” Izuku cupped her face.

“I will be.” She leaned into his touch. “As long as I have you.”

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The Weight of Change

As her belly swelled, so did her doubts. She avoided mirrors, wore nothing but old oversized robes. Felt bloated, clumsy, ugly—a far cry from the confident girl she used to be.

One night, she stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, tears streaming down her face. The robe couldn’t hide the curve of her stomach, the way her body had changed. She hated it.

A knock made her jump. “Shoto?” Endeavor’s voice, gruff but hesitant. “Can I come in?”

She wiped her eyes quickly, but the redness gave her away. “Yes.”

The door opened, and he stepped inside. He was an imposing figure, but his gaze softened when he saw her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She turned away.

He crossed the room, placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. “You’re my daughter, Shoto. I know when something’s wrong.”

She broke then, sobs wracking her body. “I’m hideous. I don’t even recognize myself.”

Endeavor’s expression crumbled. He pulled her into an awkward embrace, arms careful around her. “You’re not hideous,” he murmured, voice rough. “You’re beautiful, Shoto. More beautiful than you’ve ever been.”

She shook her head, but he kept going. “You’re carrying life inside you—my grandchildren. That’s a miracle, not a curse.” He pulled back, cupped her face in his calloused hands. “You’re my darling girl. I’ll never let you forget that.”

A sob escaped her. “Daddy…”

The word slipped out before she could stop it. His eyes widened. For a second, he looked completely lost. Then he pulled her close again, held her tight.

“It’s okay, darling girl. I’m here. Always.”

She buried her face in his chest, let herself be small, be vulnerable, be loved.

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Coming Together

The next few weeks were a blur of doctor’s appointments, baby prep, family dinners that slowly stopped being awkward. Natsuo started bringing gifts—tiny hero-themed onesies and stuffed animals. Dabi showed up one evening with a stack of parenting books, grumbling that she “better read them.”

Even Endeavor softened. He spent hours researching prenatal care, fussing over Shoto’s diet, making sure she rested. He and Izuku started talking—stilted at first, but gradually, real respect formed.

The baby shower was the turning point. The Todoroki living room was full of balloons and streamers, laughter and warmth. All Might stopped by, along with Aizawa and a few classmates. Chaotic, overwhelming, perfect.

At the end of the night, when the guests had left and the gifts were piled high, Shoto sat on the couch, Izuku beside her, his hand on her belly. Endeavor stood by the fireplace, Dabi and Natsuo lounging nearby.

“Twins,” Izuku whispered, wonder in his voice. “We’re having twins.”

Shoto smiled, leaned her head on his shoulder. “I know.”

Endeavor cleared his throat. “I’ve been thinking,” he said slowly. “I can’t undo the past. But I want to be there for these children. I want to be a good grandfather.”

Dabi snorted, but there was no malice in it. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Neither did I,” Endeavor admitted. “But people can change.” He looked at Shoto, eyes soft. “You taught me that, Shoto.”

She felt tears prick her eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”

The word didn’t feel strange anymore. It felt right.

Natsuo laughed, clapping their father on the back. “Looks like you’ve gone soft, old man.”

“Tch,” Dabi muttered, but he was smiling. “Don’t get used to it.”

Izuku wrapped his arm around Shoto, pressed a kiss to her temple. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” she replied, heart full to bursting.

For the first time in her life, Shoto Todoroki felt completely at peace. Surrounded by family—broken, complicated, but hers.

And soon, she’d have two more to add to the chaos.

She couldn’t wait.