Quirk: Hydrokinesis

 Since I was young I always dreamt of having a girl and two small twin boys, with a husband that cared and loved us all so much, protecting us bravely from any problem we may face. We would all live in a big house on the outskirts of a big city so we had the countryside garden but we were still able to get into the city quickly. The children would have a playroom full of toys, and we'd all squeeze onto one sofa ready to watch television in the evenings. On sunny days we'd sit outside, my husband and I cuddling on our bench swing whilst the three children ran around playing tag or hide and seek. Two steps to achieving this beautiful dream had come true, I found myself the perfect husband named Shoto Todoroki who cared deeply for me and who I was crazy about, as well as having a beautiful Japanese style house with a large garden. The only thing missing were the children.

We had been trying to get pregnant now for over a year and a half. Neither of us wanted to be the first to suggest us going to the doctors as we both were trying to remain optimistic at the thought of us being able to start a family. We were intimate with each other almost every day, and we hadn't been using protection for over a year, so together we finally agreed we had to go see someone, hoping that the thoughts going through our minds were only mere worries.

"Mr and Mrs Todoroki, Doctor Kayano is in room 24," the receptionist at our local clinic said, letting us straight through to our private doctor. We tightly gripping each others hands as we walked silently down the corridor to our assigned room. The Doctor was waiting outside, and she politely opened the door and let us in with a kind smile.

"Please take a seat," she said, gesturing the two in front of her desk. "So as I understand it, you're trying to get pregnant, is that correct?" She asked and I nodded my head, feeling my throat turn dry. "How long have you been trying?"

"A year and a half now," Shoto said and she nodded, jotting notes down straight away.

"Is that when you stopped using contraceptives?" She asked and we both nodded. "What were you using?"

"T-the pill and condoms," I mumbled.

"And your monthly cycle was fine?" She asked and I nodded. "Okay... I understand these are quite personal questions and it can get a little uncomfortable talking about it so please take your time. How often do you have intercourse?"

"A-almost every day," I said, my voice wavering slightly.

"Do either of you smoke, drink or take drugs?" She asked and we both shook our heads. "Thought that was unlikely, given the fact you're both Pro Heroes. Have you been tested for STI's?"

"Yes and we've both not got anything," Shoto said and she nodded.

"Okay, so there's no sign of STI's, you've been trying for a year and a half and sexual intercourse is performed every other day on average, is that correct?" She double checked and the pair of us nodded. She sighed, and Shoto and I exchanged nervous glances. "We're going to need you both to have some tests done if you would. We'll need another Chlamydia Test from each of you, Mr Todoroki we'd need to have a semen sample from you to do an analysis and Mrs Todoroki, we'd need to do a blood test, an X-Ray and Laparoscopy if you will allow us."

"A-are these tests to see if we can have children or not?" I asked, my voice hollow. She nodded, smiling sadly. Shoto put his arm around my shoulders and brought me into his hold, kissing the top of my head delicately. "W-why might we not be able to?"

"There are a few reasons, there can be a lack of regular ovulation, cervical mucus problems, or the sperm may be weak or not moving properly. Unfortunately twenty-five percent of infertility cases go unexplained..."

We booked our test appointments with Doctor Kayano, and she helped us through the whole process, being kind and comforting through all the tests, particularly the Laparoscopy surgery. Shoto and I tried to distract ourselves as much as we could to avoid thinking about it until the test results came back. We kept busy with our hero work, with house work, with meeting up with friends. We still tried as often as we did do, just hoping. A fortnight later, we got a phone call to say that our test results had come back to the Doctors.

Shoto went on his own to pick them up, and I paced our hallway. I was praying to God for it to be good news. My heart was beating rapidly and I was physically shaking, my mind swirling with thoughts. I heard the door unlock and ran towards it, seeing Shoto walk in wearing a solemn look on his face, one that broke my heart a little bit. I didn't want to think anything until he told me the results, or showed me them from inside the envelope he was carrying. His lip began to quiver as he stared at me sadly. "I-I'm so sorry (y/n)," he whispered, a tear falling down his cheek.

I broke down, him having to jump forward in order to catch me, stopping me falling to the ground. He slowly lowered me, us holding onto each other tightly as I cried into his chest, unable to control my gasps for breath, the tears pouring from my eyes and my screaming in agony from the pain I was feeling in my heart. Shoto kept his head buried in my shoulder, wetting it with his tears, continually mumbling an apology. We remained cuddling in each others embrace on the floor of the hallway, both crying for about half an hour before he led me to the sofa so we could sit comfortably. By this point I had cried until I couldn't cry anymore, and I felt incredibly dehydrated. Shoto then offered to get me a glass of water, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. After a few minutes I decided to follow him, and I saw him gripping the worktop, his face scrunched up as he cried. The scene broke my heart even more.

"S-Shoto... why can't we conceive?" I asked timidly, and my voice made him jump as he turned to look at me, apparent guilt washing over his face.

"I-I'm so so sorry, (y/n)," he mumbled again, tears falling down his face. It was then that I realised why he was apologising so much. "I-I'm too... too... I can't - it's me... I'm the reason," he hiccoughed, leaning back on the worktop and hiding his face from me. I walked up to my husband, holding onto him tightly from behind.

"Please stop apologising Shoto, i-it's okay," I whispered, kissing his back.

"B-but... w-we can't-,"

"Shoto, please, stop. I don't like seeing you like this. It doesn't matter, I still love you," I whispered, trying to calm him down. He turned around to hold onto me, desperate for affection as he cried into my shoulder.

"I-I'm so so sorry (y-y/n)... you deserve someone who can give you everything you've dreamed o-of-,"

"Shoto you are that person, I love you, so so much. Please stop apologising," I whispered, looking into his heterochromatic teary eyes. He broke once more, his lip wavering as he pressed his forehead against mine. I was upset that we couldn't conceive, but the thought of Shoto blaming himself hurt me more. I tried to comfort him by telling him that we were still going to get a baby, we would find a way, but he still felt incredibly guilty and I didn't know what else to do other then hold him tightly. Us cuddling up together on the sofa in our lounge, we slowly drifted to sleep silently in each others arms.

There was silence in our house for a while. We were both incredibly sensitive, and I found myself relaxing in the garden quite a lot, simply letting the breeze flow through my hair. He brought me out cups of fruit teas, sitting down with me in silence, us both almost grieving. Was it strange to grieve for something we never had?

After a few weeks we realised that we would have to tell our families that we couldn't conceive - that we couldn't have a child that was truly our own. We decided to get the easy one done first, that being telling my parents as we knew they would be incredibly supportive and kind. We knew that Shoto's family would be too, all except his boisterous father. Shoto suggested not telling him at all, but I thought it was necessary to.

We knocked on the door of my parents house and they welcomed us in, surprised to see us. Immediately they knew something was wrong, my mother thinking that we had broken up but she quickly discounted that when we sat close together on the sofa, gripping each others hands tightly. I breathed in deeply and looked into his eyes, him nodding as though saying 'you can do this'. I smiled weakly before standing up and facing my worried parents. "Mum, Dad... Shoto and I... can't conceive... we can't have a child of our own..." every time I said it tears immediately began brimming in my eyes. Shoto sighed sadly behind me, apparently still feeling guilty despite me repeatedly telling him that I didn't blame him.

"Y-you... can't?" Mum asked as though she thought she had misheard me.

"We can't give you a grandchild," I whispered, tears beginning to fall down my face. She immediately pulled me into a hug, comforting me tightly. This made me feel loved and I was incredibly thankful that neither of them asked why as they both knew it would be a very personal conversation that we wouldn't want to talk about.

"I-I'm so very sorry, Mr and Mrs (l/n)," Shoto whispered, standing up behind me.

"Please don't be sorry dear, it's okay, everything will be okay... childbirth isn't the only way you could have a child. You can adopt," Mum said and both Shoto and I nodded, knowing that that was an option but still sad that I wouldn't be able to give birth myself.

"Please don't cry dear... we'll always be here to support you, both of you, with whatever you need," Dad said, pulling me in for a hug. Mum went and hugged Shoto, tears falling down her face as well. We spent a while at my parents house, our tears slowly drying up as we discussed the option of adoption. It'd be a long process, and we knew that the pregnant lady wanting to give birth but have her child adopted would have to pick us but we remained hopeful that we'd one day be able to hold our own baby, whether it was our blood or not.

A few hours passed and I nudged Shoto, suggested we should go to his families house to break the news to them. We waved goodbye to my parents who were smiling, trying to cheer us up but as soon as they shut the door our mood turned back to sadness with a mixture of nervousness. That was until Shoto spoke up. "We can still have our own child, (y/n). Please, I know it's difficult at the moment but things will get better as we look into the adoption stuff. Please, I hate seeing you like this," he said, stopping and turning to me. I sighed, looking into his saddened face.

"I-I know... I'm sorry. We will have a child, we will," I whispered. He pulled me into an affectionate hug, kissing the top of my head gently before taking my hand and carrying on walking. They reach the front door of the Todoroki residence and Shoto knocks on the door, awaiting an answer. Thankfully it was the kind face of Fuyumi who answered, her face brightening as she saw us.

"Hey! What are you two doing here?" She asked brightly.

"Just came by... what are you doing here?" Shoto asked.

"Came to visit mum. She's getting on fine being back at home," she informed us and we smiled at each other for the first time in days. "Is everything okay?" She asked, skeptical.

"Could you get everyone together in the lounge? (y/n) and I have some news..." Shoto said and Fuyumi's face light up even more. "And it's not that," he added, her face falling a little. She did as she was told though, getting her parents through to the lounge as we followed, standing in front of the huge fireplace, Fuyumi and Rei on the sofa in front of us and Endeavour standing behind them, his intimidating fire beard alight and his big muscly arms folded, staring with his piercing eyes down at the pair of us. Shoto knew I was scared of his father, him thinking I was unworthy of being with his son, so Shoto took lead and nodded his head at me, me acknowledging the fact that he was going to tell them. "Here goes... (y/n) and I have some news. We can't conceive."

The room was silent and I didn't like it. Fuyumi looked like she was about to get up and say something, but Endeavour beat her to it, his booming voice echoing through the halls of the house making everyone in the room apart from Shoto flinch. "You what?! You can't conceive?!" He bellowed. Shoto was about to intervene when Endeavour turned his attention onto me. "This is an outrage! My perfect offspring needs someone much better then you! He has to have a child who has the ability to have a powerful quirk! You cannot give him this- it's your fault-,"

"HOW DARE YOU!" Shoto shouted, standing in front of me protectively, steam practically coming from his ears. I did notice frost beginning to form from his right side. I was shaking in fear, my heart beating rapidly, tears forming once more in my eyes and I felt as though I was about to keel over.

"You have far better suiters! I demand you leave her at once! Her quirk is not powerful and if she cannot bare a child then she is useless! A woman who cannot bare children for men is useless!"

"YOU BASTARD! You wonder why I have always hated you?! It's because you say utter crap like that! It's not (y/n)'s fault we can't conceive, it's mine! You hear that?! It's my fault! Your 'perfect offspring' can't have a child! I'm the one who can't give (y/n) a child!" Shoto shouted a the top of his lungs, his father shutting up and looking at him, surprised. "Never, EVER talk to her like that again! It's her that deserves better then me. It's me that can't give her the girl and twin boys she's always dreamt of having!" Tears escaped his eyes, whether they were of anger or sadness I couldn't tell. "We will have a child, through adoption. I will give her the family she's dreamt of and if you EVER talk to her like that ever again, I will make sure you do not have contact with us or the children we will adopt," Shoto threatened his father through gritted teeth, his arms wrapped around me tightly. Endeavour apparently didn't know what to say and the room was silent besides my sharp intakes of breath. Shoto rubbed my back, trying to get me to calm down.

After a moment both Fuyumi and Rei stood up and approached us, hugging us both tightly, being just as comforting as my parents were; I knew they would be. "I'm sorry Fuyumi, mum, I can't make you an Auntie or a grandmother-,"

"Shoto, please, I've told you before. Don't apologise. It's not your fault, and like we discussed with my parents, adoption is an option," I whispered, cuddling my husband tightly.

"Yeah, exactly, you will make me and auntie, Shoto," Fuyumi said with a smile. Her cheerful attitude always radiated onto me.

"Shoto, (y/n), please try not to get too upset about this. We will be with you all throughout the adoption process, as will your parents," Rei said in her kind voice, nodding towards me.

"Yes, Mr and Mrs (l/n) were very kind to us. We told them just before we came here," Shoto said. His mother pulled him in for another hug, him burying his head in her neck. She brushed his hair with her hand whilst Fuyumi and I hugged each other, smiling at Shoto and Rei's close relationship. We turned and realised Endeavour had left the room and I sighed in relief. Both Shoto and I agreed to stay to have a cup of fruit tea, and to distract ourselves from the sadness in our hearts. We stayed for a few hours, happy smiles adorning our face as we spoke casually about any topics we could think about.

It reached early evening and Shoto suggested that we ought to get going. I nodded and hugged Fuyumi and Rei goodbye. Hand in hand, my husband and I walked towards the door, about to open it when a voice sent unwanted shivers down my spine. Cowardly I hid behind Shoto.

"Shoto, (y/n)," it said as it approached us.

"Yes?" Shoto replied bluntly, facing the man he was disappointed to call his father.

He breathed in deeply before speaking. "I would like to apologise. For calling (y/n) useless. I see that you really care for her, son, and your happiness does matter to me. Even if your child isn't blood related, he or she will still be my grandchild, and I will love them. I hope you will allow me to meet them."

My eyes widened at what my father-in-law just said. I didn't know how to respond, and apparently neither did Shoto. After a moment of silence, Shoto continued to put on his coat. "Fine," was all he mumbled before taking my hand and walking out of the house. The wind blew against our faces as we walked the first hundred metres in silence, but I had to break it. "Sho... are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I think so. Just a bit surprised," he said, to which I nodded, understanding.

"I was too... he seemed genuine though. Perhaps he has finally accepted me," I laughed.

"Whether he has or hasn't, I don't care. You'll be mine forever, right?"

"Why do you think we got married?" I giggled, clutching onto his hand tighter.

"I promise to give you the family you've always dreamt of," he whispered, stopping and pulling me into a hug. I smiled against his chest.

"I know."

- Timeskip -

Our little baby Yukiko, named after her birth mother, was now one and a half and trying to walk. Ever since she was born Shoto had been obsessed with her, spoiling her rotten with toys, food and playtime. Seeing the pair of them play together made my heart swell with joy and happiness, and there were many times where I came into the lounge after cooking tea to find Yukiko asleep on a sleeping Shoto's chest. Every single time this happened, I'd take a picture of it and make it my new phone background.

Today it was just Yukiko and I, as Shoto had been called into the agency. We were sat in the lounge, her toys spread everywhere making the room look like an assault course. I was reading a book to her as she sat on my lap, reaching out to feel the furry patches of the pages. This little girl made my heart swell to the size of a balloon, a part of me desperate to see her grow into a fine young lady but a part of me desperate for her to stay this size forever.

I kissed her on her growing hair, and she giggled; everything she did made my heart swell. She reached out for the coffee table and began to pull herself up, standing on two feet. "Well done Yukiko!" I congratulated my little girl, clapping and making her giggle again. She then surprised me by letting go of the coffee table and walking a few paces towards the sofa. "Yukiko, oh my goodness! You're walking!"

Just then the front door opened and she fell onto her hands and knees. "Dada!" She cried, crawling as fast as she could out into the hallway towards my charming husband.

"Yuki! How's my little girl?" I heard him say as he walked into the lounge with her in his arms. He sat down beside me, leaning in and kissing me.

"You won't believe what just happened," I said, smiling brightly and taking Yukiko from him. "Do you want to show daddy what you just did?"

She seemed to understand as she reached out for the coffee table to pull herself up. Once she was standing, she let go and walked over to Shoto before falling in his lap. "Yukiko! Well done! My little girl's so clever!" He praised, smiling brightly as he lifted her into the air. I stared at the pair of them, laughing as he gently lifted her into the air and back down again. Without realising, a tear dripped down my cheek. "(y/n), you okay?" Shoto asked, noticing.

"Hm? Yes, I'm fine," I sniffed.

"Mama! Mama!" She kept on calling out to me with her arms outstretched. I took her and held her close, Shoto then wrapping his arms around the pair of us.

"This is just so perfect."