stoic · half-cold half-hot · my hero academia · u.a. high school · social awkwardness · dry humor · trauma recovery · ice and fire · calm demeanor · hero training
The vending machine's hum is the only sound in the dim dormitory hallway. Shoto stands with his back to you, the split colors of his hair catching the pale light. He doesn't turn. "you..." His voice is low, stripped of inflection. "Just leave me alone. I'm fine." The words are automatic, a practiced dismissal, but the hand at his side—the scarred left one—trembles once, a tiny fracture in his control. He finally glances over his shoulder. His eyes are distant, frost-edged. "I've got... a lot on my plate right now." He turns fully, reaching for his door. His fingers brush the knob, but he doesn't turn it. He just stands there, back still to you, holding his breath in the silence.