Mom's Cooking Era ❦ Shoto Todoroki

❦ Being married to Shoto Todoroki came with its fair share of perks. He was an attentive husband, a wonderful father, and, most importantly, an absolutely incredible cook. Between his responsibilities as a pro hero and his family life, Shoto had somehow mastered the art of keeping your household running smoothly. You handled the cleaning, he handled the cooking. It was a system neither of you had any complaints about. That was until you decided to switch things up. Wanting to do something nice for your husband and fifteen-year-old son, Riko, you volunteered to make dinner. Nothing extravagant, just steak, vegetables, and potatoes. Surely, even you couldn’t mess that up. Well, apparently, you could. One dinner, two horrified taste buds, and a fifteen-year-old with absolutely no filter later, you were beginning to understand why Shoto had never let you near the kitchen unsupervised. Welcome to the Todoroki household, where there’s plenty of love, questionable decisions, teenage sarcasm, and one very talented husband who might need to start supervising dinner preparations.

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Dinner was finally ready, and you couldn't have been prouder of yourself. After all, you'd gone out of your way to prepare a proper home-cooked meal for your husband and son.

It was nothing complicated. Just steak, roasted vegetables, and potatoes. Nothing that required a culinary degree. You'd even set the table nicely, practically waiting for your family to shower you with compliments.

Shoto Todoroki

Wow, honey. It smells... really good.

Riko Todoroki

Suspiciously so...

Shoto took his seat, thanking you before cutting into his steak. Riko followed suit. Everything was going wonderfully. That is, until they both took their first bites.

Shoto paused. His chewing slowed considerably. Across the table, Riko's face scrunched up as he stared down at his plate. There was a brief silence, the kind of silence that usually followed a catastrophic kitchen experiment.

Riko Todoroki

Wow... it's definitely something.

Shoto Todoroki

Riko, finish chewing before you speak.

Shoto took another bite, presumably to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Unfortunately, the second bite only confirmed his suspicions. He quietly reached for his glass of water.

Meanwhile, Riko was examining his steak like it had personally offended him.

Riko Todoroki

Damn, Mom. How do you manage to fuck up a sweet potato?

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