How irresponsible of me is it to stay up until 2 a.m. on a school night editing this? Pretty irresponsible, I'd say, but I figure that it's time to end this fanfiction. I can't believe it's been two months since I uploaded the first chapter. Time flies! I've actually had this drafted for a while now, but school work has been keeping me busy, so I didn't have time to make my final edits. Anyways, let the fluffy (cliché) epilogue begin!

"Congratulations, you've been ranked as Japan's number one hero this year, which makes the score three Midoriya, two Bakugo, and two you," Momo congratulated.

"So I haven't beat Midoriya yet, huh?" Shouto replied playfully.

"You should be happy! I'm barely managing to hold onto number ten," Momo pouted.

The couple sat on the bench of a park, Momo hiding her face underneath a sunhat and sunglasses and Shouto underneath a hoodie. It was one of those early spring afternoons, one in which the air was crisp and cool, but the skies were clear, allowing the sun's rays to warm the backs of those who bathed directly underneath it. In the not so far distance, Momo kept a close watch on the two tufts of red and white hair that darted from the sandbox to the slides and then to the sakura trees a few meters away from where she was seated.

"I can't believe they're turning five this year," Momo commented.

"Yeah, me neither," Shouto murmured back, seemingly lost in thought.

Momo smiled in amusement as she rested her head on her husband's shoulder. None of their former classmates and colleagues expected them to be the first to settle down and start a family. To be honest, neither did Momo. However, when Shouto first asked her to marry him and co-run the agency he wanted to set up, it took all her willpower to turn him down—temporarily. As deeply in love with Shouto as Momo was, she was equally devoted to her ideals. Not wanting to ride off of the Todoroki fame, she refused to accept Shouto's offer until she'd made a name for herself. Fortunately, that didn't take long, and by the time they were twenty-four, they decided to tie the knot.

Momo's parents weren't thrilled at first, not because they dislike Shouto, but rather because of the recent bad press coverage that had clouded the Todoroki name. Soon after Miyuki was released from the hospital, she brought Endeavor to court. Try as she did to keep the matter private, there was no way they could escape the spotlight, which illuminated the dark secrets that had gained the Todoroki home. While Endeavor settled for a plea bargain and avoided stringent legal punishment, his reputation was destroyed (save for the few hardline clingers), and he was pressured by the public and Hero Panel to end his career. During that tumultuous time, Momo reassured Shouto that she wasn't afraid of being "dragged" into the scandal, that she would stay by Shouto's side no matter what—words that gave Shouto the confidence to later propose. The Yaoyorozus, on the other hand, weren't quite as confident, at least not initially. However, after good first impressions from Shouto's siblings and mother—along with assurance from Endeavor that he, "hardly saw Shouto, let alone Momo"—Momo's parents gave the couple their blessing at the wedding.

Less than a year after the ceremony, Momo found out that she was pregnant with twin boys. The news shocked everyone, and questions about how Japan's "hero power couple" could simultaneously further their careers and raise a family poured in by the hundreds. Thanks to Momo's exceptional skills in time-management and organization, the parents were able to defeat a few villains, rescue a dozen civilians, and interview a sidekick candidate before returning home for dinner. However, as capable as the couple was, there would be inevitable gaps. Luckily, Miyuki, who was now working at an old friend's law firm which specialized in domestic violence and child abuse, was more than happy to help take care of Hino and Rei, whom she described as "the spitting image of little Shouto."

"I'll have to start teaching them how to use their quirks soon, won't I?" Shouto asked, his tone growing a bit somber.

Momo felt a pang in her chest. She knew that five marked a symbolic year for Shouto, for it was the age that his innocent childhood came to an abrupt end. While he'd exorcized most of the ghosts of his past, occasionally he'd be haunted by the last vestiges of them, usually in the form of nightmares in which he was the one beating Momo over a table or locking the boys in the training room. During these times, he'd jar out of bed panting in a cold sweat, waking Momo up in the process. She'd hold him close, guide his protective arms around her, and whisper in his ear, "It's okay, Shouto." Once she'd feel the tension from his body fade, she'd nudge him back into bed—neither of them letting go of each other in the process. In the morning, Shouto would thank her for her support and promise to be the father he wished he had growing up.

"Hey, what's with that look?" Shouto asked as he tilted Momo's chin up.

His comment snapped her out of her daze, only for her to fall into another one as she gazed into his heterochromatic eyes—ever as mesmerizing as before.

"Nothing, it's just that it's kind of cute how you fret over every little thing when it comes to the kids," Momo replied before pecking him on the lips.

Just as Shouto started to pull her into a deeper kiss, his eyes darted to the side, and he shouted into the distance, "Hino, no quirks during playtime!" Momo turned her head to see Hino rubbing the back of his head and staring at some burnt grass in shame, while Rei lay sprawled on the grass a meter away. Deducing that Hino decided to add a bit of flame to their game of tag, Momo seconded Shouto's scold. Nice of you to play bad cop for once Momo thought. Hino had always been more rambunctious and quick to use his quirk than his more mellow, brother. Although his personality, combined with his red-hair and teal-eyes, made some think that he bore an uncanny resemblance to Endeavor, to both his parents (and grandparents) he was the furthest thing from him.

"Always a little trouble-maker," Momo half-sighed.

"Yeah, but he's a beautiful child. They both are." Shouto responded with a smile.

"You say that because they look just like you," Momo teased.

"Are you kidding me? I wasn't nearly this cute at this age, so they must've gotten that from you," Shouto teased back.

"No matter, the next one better be a girl and better have my quirk," Momo commented.

"We're doing this again?" Shouto replied playfully.

The mood suddenly returned to a light-hearted one, which was made especially easy as the two boys ran up to their parents and threw themselves on their legs, Rei on those of Momo's, and Hino on those of Shouto's. She could feel the little boy's chest rise and fall with each pant, his little breath coming out in small whiffs that—no matter how many times she'd seen it—only made him look more adorable each time. He looked up at her, his gray eyes twinkling in the fading sunlight. As he clumsily hoisted himself onto the bench, Momo pulled him into her lap, an action she saw Shouto mirror in her peripheral vision. His shorts were covered in sand, beads of sweat lined his forehead, and sakura petals were tangled in his soft hair. It wasn't an appearance Momo's own mother would've approved of, but seeing how much excitement, "rolling around in the dirt" brought to her little boys, Momo allowed them to enjoy this privilege she'd been denied as a child.

"You sure made a mess of yourself," Momo commented as rubbed a smudge of dirt out of his chubby cheeks.

"Gomen'nasai, kachaan," Rei apologized as he helped dust the sand out of his pants.

"Daijoubu," Momo replied with a motherly smile.

She gave Rei an eskimo kiss before he buried himself in her chest. After pulling him into a hug, she turned her attention to the father-son pair. Hino sat in his father's lap, his gaze slightly downcast, which both parents took notice of. As Shouto plucked petals out of Hino's hair, he tilted the child's chin upwards so that their eyes met.

"What's wrong?" Shouto asked tenderly.

Hino hesitated for a moment before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out what appeared to be a burnt flower, its stem charred black and petals disintegrated. Momo's eyes widened in realization. Clutching the burnt plant in one hand, Hino confessed to what was bothering him.

"It was pretty, and I was gonna pick it for kachaan, but I accidentally burned it," Hino admitted.

"Well, you've learned your lesson, so just be more careful next time," Shouto warned.

Hino looked at the burnt flower, then stared at the palm of his free hand. Momo's thoughts instantly returned to her early days at U.A., back to when Shouto would stare at his left hand with the same ashamed look in his eyes. Momo was about to nudge her husband in the arm critically, but then he unexpectedly took the burnt flower from Hino and took the boy's hands. Momo watched as Shouto set the burnt flower onto the grass below and flash Hino a smile.

"Here, it may be burnt, but it'll go back into the ground. After a few weeks, it'll help new buds grow and give new life. Don't feel bad, and don't be afraid of your quirk." Shouto said in a soft voice.

The red-headed twin stared at the ground then at his hands, which were both folded into the palm of Shouto's left one. With an amused smile, Shouto withdrew his hand from those of the boy's. He held his hand outstretched with his palm facing upwards and lit a small fire. Hino stared transfixed as the flames danced and flickered since he still wasn't able to maintain a fire long enough to admire it. Once Momo was sure that his guilt had completely melted away, she flashed Shouto a knowing look, and in response, he flicked his wrist and curled his fingers, extinguishing the flames in one swift move.

"I'll teach you how to do that, I promise," Shouto reassured as he ruffled the boy's hair playfully, causing the last of the petals and leaves to fall out of Hino's hair

Momo noticed that the sun was going down, and hence, it was time to get going. "Shouto, we should head home now," she said, digging through her handbag. She took two black beanies out and pulled them over the boys' heads until every strand of red and white hair was covered. Quiet family times like these were rare reprieves from her and Shouto's hectic hero lives, and the last thing they needed was a well-meaning but loud-mouthed stranger announcing the family's presence to the entire street. With that, she and Shouto helped both boys slide down from the bench, and they walked hand in hand back towards the house they'd built for themselves.

The family strolled through the lightly populated streets, which were now being lit by lamps as the sky faded into a light blue hue. At first, Hino and Yuki bounced along excitedly, kicking pebbles as they did and babbling amongst themselves. However, when they were halfway there, the boys' exhaustion finally caught up to them. A second after she heard Hino yawn, she felt Rei trip. Instantly, she gripped his hand a little tighter and snapped down to catch him before his bare knees could make contact with the pavement below.

"They must've burned themselves out earlier," Momo observed as she lifted Yuki up by the arms.

"I'll carry them," Shouto offered as he scooped Hino up.

Always the gentleman, Momo mused as she handed Yuki over. Shouto had both boys propped up by their bottoms, and their heads resting their heads lazily on their father's shoulders. At the sight of Hino in Shouto's left arm and Rei in his right, Momo couldn't help but let a small caught escape her mouth.

"You decided to color code them?" She giggled.

"Aren't you the comedian," Shouto teased back.

She saw his lips curl into a slight smile. As picture perfect as this moment already was, she knew of one way to make it even more so and make Shouto's day as well.

"Boys, give to-san a kiss," she instructed in a jovial tone.

"Wha—"

Shouto's words were cut off by the two chaste kisses that attacked both of his cheeks at once. Once the boys slumped back over his shoulders, Momo saw Shouto's cheeks flush just a bit. He stopped in his tracks, caught off guard by the sudden act."We love you, to-san," the boys murmured before falling asleep. The sight of the boy's droopy mouthes, which threatened to leave pools of drool on Shouto's sweater, and chubby cheeks pressed against Shouto's neck tugged at her heartstrings. She didn't need to ask to know that Shouto felt the same warmth stirring inside him. This touching moment was one that he could've never had with his own father, and it was reassurance for him that the message he always tried so hard to send to the twins had been received. Momo chuckled at the giddy look on Shouto's face, and she placed her hand on his back, gesturing him to step forwards.

"Come on, O' doting father, let's get these two into bed," Momo whispered, trying not to wake them up.

Shouto looked at her and nodded, his grin practically blinding Momo with the happiness it radiated. The couple walked in silence, allowing the cool night breeze to tickle their skin wherever exposed and the serenity of the night to soothe their nerves. Once they arrived at their destination, the couple immediately took the children to their bedroom, which was adjacent to that of their parents'. Momo slid the door open slowly, allowing Shouto to slip in. Momo pulled out the twins' matching pajamas from the dresser, kneeled on the ground beside Shouto, and swiftly slipped off the sweat-drenched clothes for new ones. Hino and Rei only stirred slightly, too drained to muster the energy to wake up from their deep sleep. Once she pulled the blanket from the mattress, Shouto eased the boys into bed before Momo re-placed the covers over them.

For the next few minutes, Momo and Shouto stayed right where they were, on the ground besides the boys, watching the sheets rise and fall with each breath they took. Momo's gaze shifted between Shouto and the two beautiful children they'd created. She cherished the peaceful, innocent look over all three their faces. However, her thoughts were broken by the calloused hand that placed itself over that of her's.

"You know, being number one is great and all, but you and these kids really are the best thing that's ever happened to me," Shouto said in a low voice.

His heartfelt confession caught Momo off guard. As she wiped away the tear threatening to escape the corner of her eye, she felt Shouto's strong yet gentle arm wrap itself around her waist. She turned to face him and kissed him on the lips. After they separated, they took one last glance at their perfect creations, stood up, and exited the room, looking forward to much-needed sleep and a future full of bright nights like this one.

Yeah, that was kinda cliché, but sometimes cliché fluff is what we need in our lives. I might upload this as a separate one-shot. This bit was inspired by Akeemi-chan's awesome fanart on Deviantart. If you have any time, check out her work!

Lastly, I want to say a big big big "THANK YOU" to all those who have been reading and commenting. I really did read every single review that came in, and I appreciate all of them—especially the few who were brave enough to constructively criticize. Your support really makes this worth while. I hope you all liked the story. My fellow shippers, keep reading Todomomo fanfics and scrolling through Todomomo fanart! Ik I will.

Once again, thank you so much! Love y'all 3