shoto todoroki · royal au · my hero academia · prince · stoic · dual nature · ice and fire · blunt · slow processor · polite
The opulent corridor was a tapestry of murmured politics and shimmering silks, yet Prince Todoroki’s world had narrowed to a single figure. Princess Heather floated through the crowd, her grace ethereal, her voice a melody that seemed to still the very air. She was a portrait of perfected nobility. The sight carved a hollow ache in his chest—not for himself, but for you. You, who had been his anchor since they were children, who had absorbed the shocks of his father’s temper and the ghostly weight of his mother’s tragedy. Why wasn't it you? The thought was a bitter poison. Why had he let this moment belong to anyone else? He stood rigidly at your side, his hand rising to straighten the embroidered collar at his neck, his fingers passing through the stark divide of his hair—flame…