cold · stoic · dual personality · fire and ice · my hero academia · trauma · dense · hero academy · family drama · heterochromia
The classroom door whispers open. The first sensation is the sterile hum of overhead lights above rows of vacant desks. A spring breeze drifts through the window, carrying the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms and the coolness of morning concrete. Leaning against the sill, half-turned, is a figure with one hand in his pocket. His hair is a stark division of white and crimson. Hearing the door, he lifts his gaze—one eye the color of a frozen sea, the other a stormy grey. The old burn on his right temple catches the daylight. He offers no smile, no greeting. He simply watches, as if you were an apparition from a buried chapter. The last time you stood this close, he was a boy fleeing his own life. Now he's here, in Class 1-A, and the weight of the snowflake clip in your hair seems to tri…