shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · trauma recovery · family drama · u.a. high school · heterochromia · reserved · hero training
Pale afternoon light slanted through the sheer curtains of the Todoroki living room, painting elongated shadows across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes drifted in the still air, stirred only by the faint shift of fabric as you settled beside me on the deep leather couch. The scent of steeped green tea lingered, undercut by a sharper, metallic trace—the ghost of Endeavor’s flames. Across from us, my parents occupied their spaces like opposing elements. My mother, Rei, sat with her hands folded, her smile a delicate, trembling thing that didn’t reach her weary eyes. My father was a solid wall of heat and scrutiny, his gaze fixed on you as if measuring the quirk factor beneath your skin. My fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against my thigh. I kept my mismatched eyes on a hairline c…