#shotou

Todoroki, as always, moved with an air of quiet authority, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.

Though he didn’t mind patrols, he couldn’t deny the monotony of walking the same streets, waiting for his shift to end.

He turned a corner, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where the sun was melting into the skyline, painting the city in a warm, golden glow.

The peacefulness of the moment wasn’t lost on him.

These quiet evenings reminded him of why he became a hero—not just to fight villains but to ensure moments like these could exist for others.

About fifty feet away, a mother cradled her young daughter in her arms, her steps slow and deliberate.

The little girl had her face buried in her mother’s shoulder, her small hands clutching tightly at the fabric of her mom’s coat.

“Sweetheart,” the mother said softly, her voice warm and comforting.

She adjusted her grip on her daughter, patting her back lightly. “I know you’re disappointed, but we’ve been searching for an hour. Maybe next time, okay?”

The little girl shifted slightly but didn’t lift her head.

Her voice was muffled but carried a clear note of sadness. “But I really wanted to see him, Mama...”

The mother gave her daughter a sympathetic smile, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I know, baby. I know. You’ve been so excited all week.”

The little girl’s shoulders slumped, and she let out a quiet sigh. “It’s not fair. What if I don’t ever get to meet him?”

The mother stopped walking for a moment, hugging her daughter a little tighter.

“You will, honey. I promise. He’s a hero—he’s always out here helping people. We just have to be patient.”

The little girl nodded slowly, though her disappointment was still evident.

The mother resumed walking, her gaze scanning the street ahead as she tried to think of a way to cheer her daughter up.

Neither the mother nor Todoroki noticed each other at first.

He continued his steady pace, his mind half on his patrol route and half on the fleeting beauty of the evening.

The mother, focused on comforting her daughter, didn’t see him either—until she lifted her head to glance ahead.

And there he was.

Shoto Todoroki, the Pro Hero, walking calmly down the same sidewalk they were on.

The golden light of the setting sun caught the stark contrast of his red-and-white hair, making him stand out even more than usual.

His expression was neutral but approachable, his posture relaxed, and his presence radiated the quiet confidence that made him so beloved.

The mother froze mid-step, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She instinctively tightened her hold on her daughter, her heart skipping a beat as she realized who was just a few strides away.

“Oh my god,” she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the city sounds.

Her lips parted in a small, stunned smile as she turned her head slightly to glance at her daughter, who was still nestled against her.

“Honey,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the excitement bubbling up inside her. “Sweetheart, look up.”

The little girl stirred, her small hands loosening their grip on her mom’s coat.

The mother’s smile grew as she whispered, “He’s here.”

The little girl stirred at her mother’s gentle insistence, slowly lifting her head from the crook of her mom's shoulder.

Her small, sleepy eyes blinked as she turned to look ahead.

There, just a few steps away, stood Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki.

Her breath hitched, and her expression transformed in an instant.

A radiant smile spread across her face, her tiny, chubby cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.

Her eyes, wide with wonder, sparkled like stars as they locked onto Todoroki.

“It’s him,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

Her stubby little hands pressed eagerly against her mother’s shoulder, trying to lift herself higher for a better view.

The big, brown birthmark over her left eye crinkled adorably as her smile grew impossibly wider.

Her mother couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her daughter’s sudden burst of energy. “Yes, sweetheart, it’s him!”

That was all the encouragement the girl needed.

She began to wiggle in her mother’s arms, her legs kicking in anticipation. “Put me down, Mama! Please, please, please!”

“Alright, alright,” her mother laughed, carefully lowering her to the ground.

As soon as her little sneakers touched the pavement, the girl bolted forward, her small legs pumping as fast as they could.

Her giggles filled the air as she ran, her arms flailing slightly in her excitement.

“Shoto!” she called out, her voice high-pitched but full of determination.

Her mother followed closely behind, her pace quicker now as she kept an eye on her daughter.

“Wait for me, sweetheart!” she called, though she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her child’s joy.

The little girl didn’t stop, her giggles growing louder with each step as she closed the distance between herself and the hero she admired so deeply.

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Todoroki walked at his usual pace, his gaze idly scanning the streets as the golden light of sunset bathed everything around him.

The city was peaceful tonight, the hum of life a comforting backdrop.

But as he turned a corner, a high-pitched, excited voice broke through the ambient noise, calling his name with such joy that it caught his attention immediately.

“Shoto Todoroki!”

He stopped in his tracks, his head swiveling toward the sound.

At first, his eyes landed on a small blur of movement—a child running toward him, her tiny legs carrying her with all the determination and excitement her little body could muster.

Just behind her, a woman, presumably her mother, followed closely, a warm smile on her face as she called after her daughter.

Todoroki blinked, his expression shifting from neutral to one of disbelief as the girl approached.

She was tiny, probably no more than five years old, and adorable in the way only children could be.

What struck him most was the large, brown birthmark that adorned her face, just over her left eye.

His breath caught for a moment. The mark was different from his, of course—it carried no scars, no painful memories—but there was something about seeing it on her bright, smiling face that made his heart ache in the best possible way.

For a second, he stood there frozen, his heterochromatic eyes wide as he tried to process the overwhelming wholesomeness of the moment.

The little girl, with her chubby cheeks flushed pink and her giggles filling the air, was running toward him like he was the most important person in the world.

His disbelief melted into something much softer, a warmth spreading through his chest as a rare, genuine smile stretched across his face.

It wasn’t the polite, reserved smile he usually offered in public—it was wide and full of unrestrained joy.

As she got closer, he bent down to her level, his arms opening wide in a welcoming embrace as he smiled warly as her.

The girl’s laughter grew louder as she reached him, her tiny arms outstretched.

She practically threw herself into his embrace, landing against his chest with a soft thud.

Todoroki caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame in a hug that was as protective as it was heartfelt.

Her giggles muffled against his chest as she buried her face there, her stubby little arms squeezing around his neck.

“I found you!” she said, her voice muffled but brimming with happiness.

Todoroki chuckled softly, his hand gently patting her back. "You found me.”

The girl’s mother came to a stop a few steps away, crossing her arms as she smiled warmly at the scene before her.

“Is he cutie too?” she teased, her tone playful as she shifted her weight onto one foot.

The little girl, still nestled in Todoroki’s embrace, pulled back just enough to look at him.

Her tiny hands cupped her own cheeks, her expression of picture admiration as her eyes sparkled with delight.

“Very cutie!” she exclaimed, her cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink.

The little girl stepped back slightly, her cheeks still a rosy pink and her excitement as bright as ever.

Her tiny hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, but her wide grin never wavered.

Todoroki straightened just a little, still crouched at her level, his gaze soft as he watched her.

Her mother walked closer, her presence calm and full of warmth.

She placed a hand on her hip and giggled, her eyes glancing between Todoroki and her daughter.

“She really wanted to meet you,” the woman said, her smile growing.

Todoroki tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a soft smile in return. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice gentle but curious.

His eyes flicked to the girl, who was nodding enthusiastically.

“Yeah,” her mother said with a chuckle.

“Sweetie, why don’t you tell him what you told me earlier?” She leaned down slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

“You know, how you said he was cool?”

The girl’s face lit up even more, if that was possible.

She clapped her hands together before pointing at Todoroki with both index fingers, her excitement bubbling over. “Yeah! Because he has white hair and red hair!”

Todoroki blinked, momentarily surprised by the straightforwardness of her statement, before letting out a soft chuckle.

“White and red, huh?” he said, amusement lacing his tone.

The girl stepped closer, her small hands reaching out toward him with curiosity.

“It’s sooo cool!” she declared, her voice filled with awe.

Todoroki leaned his head down slightly, making it easier for her to reach. “You really think so?”

“Uh-huh!” she replied, her fingers carefully grabbing a strand of his red hair and then switching to a piece of the white.

She ran her fingers through them gently, her touch light but deliberate.

Her mother stood back, watching the interaction with a soft smile. “See? I told you she’s a fan,” she teased lightly.

The girl, still engrossed in his hair, looked up at him with wide eyes. “And your blue eye and grey eye!” she said excitedly, pointing at his face.

“They’re so cool too!”

Todoroki’s smile softened further, his heart warming at her genuine admiration. “My eyes?” he repeated, tilting his head slightly so she could get a better look.

“You think they’re cool?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, her hands now cupping her own cheeks as she grinned at him. “Super cool!”

The mother watched the scene unfold with a soft smile, the warmth in her eyes reflecting the golden glow of the setting sun.

She tilted her head playfully and asked her daughter, “Anything else you think is cool about him, sweetheart?”

The little girl’s eyes sparkled, and she gasped as if the question had unlocked the most exciting thought in her mind.

She placed her hand over her left cheek where her birthmark rested and beamed.

“And he has a birthmark like me!” she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

Todoroki’s expression softened further, her words tugging at his heart in a way few things ever had.

For a moment, he just looked at her, the corners of his mouth lifting into a warm, genuine smile.

The way her small face lit up, framed by the golden light of the evening, was like a picture-perfect moment he didn’t want to forget.

“He does!” the mother added with a gentle laugh. She knelt behind her daughter and placed her hands on her tiny shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. “You two match!”

“So he matches me!” the girl echoed, turning her bright gaze back to Todoroki with a grin that could rival the sun itself.

Todoroki chuckled softly, a rare, genuine sound that seemed to surprise even him.

“I guess we do,” he said, his tone warm and kind.

Without hesitation, the girl stepped closer, her small hands reaching out curiously toward his face.

Todoroki leaned down further, his knees bending to meet her at eye level.

“Do you want to see it?” he asked gently, his voice soothing.

The girl nodded eagerly, her tiny hands fidgeting with anticipation.

Todoroki reached out and carefully guided one of her hands to the scar over his left eye.

Her chubby fingers brushed against the raised skin, her touch soft and full of wonder.

She squealed in delight, giggling as she explored the scar with her tiny hand.

“It’s real!” she said, her voice filled with amazement.

Todoroki smiled wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It is,” he said, his tone light and affectionate.

The girl giggled again, her other hand instinctively moving to touch her own birthmark as if comparing the two.

“We really do match!” she declared, her excitement bubbling over.

Todoroki leaned slightly into her touch, his own hand gently resting over hers.

“We do,” he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet sincerity.

The mother watched the interaction with a smile that spoke of both pride and tenderness. “See, sweetheart?” she said, giving her daughter’s shoulders another gentle squeeze.

“I told you he’d be just as nice as you imagined.”

The little girl nodded vigorously, her giggles filling the air as she continued to trace the edges of Todoroki’s scar with her tiny fingers.

“You’re the coolest hero ever!” she declared, her voice bright with conviction.

Todoroki chuckled again, his heart swelling at her words. “Thank you,” he said, his tone warm and genuine.

“But I think you might be the coolest one here.”

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As the sun began to dip behind the horizon, Shoto Todoroki found himself caught in a rare moment of pure joy.

Meeting the little girl, who had shared so much warmth and innocence, filled him with a sense of wholesomeness he hadn’t expected.

The girl, with her bright smile and the undeniable bond they shared through their marks, left an imprint on his heart.

Her unfiltered admiration, the excitement in her eyes, and her gentle curiosity had melted the walls he had carefully built around himself.

For the first time in a long while, Todoroki felt a deep connection to someone, one that was simple yet profound.

It reminded him of the power of genuine affection and the joy that comes from unexpected moments.

As the interaction continued, the little girl’s laughter echoed in his ears, and he realized how rare it was to feel so carefree, so present.

Her excitement, her innocent admiration, and her genuine affection for him as a hero had warmed him more than he could express.

The moment felt like a reflection of something he had been missing—a reminder of the little joys in life that often go unnoticed.

As the day drew to a close, the mother suggested a photo, and the little girl eagerly agreed.

Todoroki, still smiling, lifted the girl onto his broad shoulder, her giggles filling the air as she perched there triumphantly.

The mother took out her phone, capturing the moment—a picture of the hero and the little girl, both smiling brightly, surrounded by the soft glow of the evening sky.

With the photo taken, Todoroki’s smile lingered, and he felt an unexpected sense of fulfillment.

It wasn’t just about being a pro hero—it was about moments like these, where the simple, small interactions with others could leave such an everlasting impression.

The little girl beamed down at him, and he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this heartfelt encounter.

ADULT BAKUGO FANFICTION

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