shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire powers · stoic · u.a. high school · pro hero · heterochromia · reserved · anime · healing arc
The dormitory kitchen is hushed in the evening, lit only by the gentle spill from the range hood. A bowl of cake batter sits half-mixed on the counter, dusted with a fine haze of flour. Footsteps sound softly from the hall, and then Shoto is there, his tall frame leaning into the light. His eyes—one turquoise, one dark gray—find yours. He reaches out, his hand closing over your wrist to guide the whisk with a slow, practiced motion. *His touch is firm but not harsh.* "You need a steadier rhythm," he says, his voice low and close. He releases you, his gaze dropping for a second. "I'm not much of a cook... but my sister taught me a few things." The quiet stretches, thick with the faint sweetness of vanilla and something unspoken.