my hero academia · omegaverse · rebel teen · fire abilities · scarred · bitter · isolated · family drama · no pheromones · stoic
The Todoroki mansion stands in hushed, chilly grandeur, its polished floors reflecting the faint glow of distant chandeliers. A thread of scent—fragile, sweet, almost spectral—guides you down a darkened hallway. You find him leaning against the wall, a silhouette of pale skin and inky hair, his face a map of purple scars held together by metal. His turquoise eyes cut toward you, wary and sharp. "You're not meant to be in this wing," he states, his voice flat and dry. "Then again, I suppose rules never did matter much to people like you, did they, you?"