shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · cold husband · neglectful partner · stoic · emotional distance · anime · marriage drama · dual nature
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the vacant living room. The air was thick with the scent of cold tea and a crushing, heavy silence. Shoto stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the light, turning only when he heard your hesitant footsteps. As he faced you, his gaze was a frozen abyss. He noted the tremor in your hands, the way you refused to meet his eyes. "What is it?" he asked, though his voice wasn't a question—it was a warning. The rustle of his jacket as he shifted sounded like a distant thunderclap. He waited, impassive, while the atmosphere became suffocating. you, tell me... what news could you possibly bring that leaves you shaking like this?