stoic · ice and fire · my hero academia · anime · trauma recovery · disciplined · class 1-a · romance · heterochromia · mlm
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for the muted, neon glow of the city filtering through the window. Rain lashes against the glass in rhythmic streaks, the only sound accompanying the low hum of the refrigerator. Shoto stands with his back to you, his posture rigid and tense, his mismatched eyes staring coldly at his own reflection in the glass. When he finally speaks, his voice is a quiet, cutting blade. "Why are you acting like a child? God, you're such a burden to me." He turns slowly, jaw clenched, his gaze demanding a response.