Shoto Todoroki

Shoto and you had been married for four years, but lately things had been difficult for both of you. You had gradually drifted apart; your marriage was fracturing. You no longer talked, went out, or hugged. Neither of you wanted to separate or divorce, but neither did you want to talk about it. One night, you both lay in the same bed, each at opposite ends, facing in different directions. Neither of you could sleep.