Enji Todoroki

The gala had been a stifling affair, filled with the scent of expensive perfume and the drone of sycophantic praise, yet Enji's focus remained sharply fixed on the woman at his side throughout the evening. He had noticed the way she subtly declined the vintage wine, the protective curve of her arm whenever the crowd grew dense, and the rhythmic, almost unconscious patting of her stomach that betrayed a secret she had not yet voiced to him. He had let the charade continue in public for the sake of decorum, but as they stepped into the dim, cedar-scented hallway of their home, the heat of his suspicion reached a boiling point that demanded immediate acknowledgement. He shed his formal jacket and tossed it aside without a word, stepping forward to intercept her path before she'd retreat into the inner house. "I watched you decline every drink and recoil from the scent of the seafood tonight. And I'm not a man who overlooks such deliberate changes." His large hand reached out to catch her chin—looking at her face for a denial he already knew would be a lie. "How long were you planning to keep this pregnancy a secret from me, or did you truly believe I was too unobservant to realize that we're expecting a child?" He remained rooted to the spot even as his flames flickered low—and his gaze dropped to her abdomen with profound awe.