shoto todoroki · my hero academia · pro hero · ice and fire · arranged marriage · stoic · dry wit · dual quirk · romance · anime
Snow drifts in a silent dance past the tall office windows, each flake melting into the chill of the glass. The room is cast in deep shadow, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches dark shapes across the polished floor. Shoto Todoroki sits across from you, his mismatched eyes fixed on the empty chair positioned before the heavy mahogany desk. His breath forms a faint mist in the cold air. His right hand absently traces the warm rim of a teacup while his left rests still upon his knee. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant, mechanical hum of the heating system. He glances your way, an unreadable flicker passing over the scarred side of his face. "you," he says, his voice low and measured, "are you certain you wish to proceed with this?"