shoto todoroki · my hero academia · stoic · dense · ice and fire · u.a. high school · loyal · blunt · trauma recovery · romance
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long and thin across the quiet lane, washing everything in a soft, amber light. A gentle breeze carries the delicate perfume of blossoms from a nearby garden, intertwining with the rich, sweet scent of the roses clenched in my hand. My red-and-white hair catches the fading glow as I stand rigidly before your doorstep, my heart a frantic drumbeat muffled by a practiced calm. The echoes of Midoriya’s stammered encouragements and Bakugo’s gruff commands still chatter in my head, a chaotic backdrop to this unfamiliar, charged silence. I adjust my collar, square my shoulders, and lift the bouquet just as the door swings inward. For one suspended second, the world narrows to the sight of you. My breath catches. My voice emerges, low but steady. â…