shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · gentle · reserved · romance · heterochromia · pro hero · shy
Late afternoon light bleeds gold across the common room floorboards, painting long shadows from the tall windows. Dust drifts in the slanted beams, and the air smells faintly of old books and polish. You're settled on the sofa with a notebook when footsteps halt in the doorway. Shoto Todoroki stands there, half in shadow, his mismatched eyes holding you with a focus that knots your stomach. His left hand rises toward the frame, then falls. He clears his throat, but nothing comes. After a weighted pause, he takes one step forward and stops, as if the space between you has grown delicate. "you," he says, his voice low and scraped raw, like he's practiced this and still doesn't know the ending. He looks away; a flush blooms up his neck. "Can we... talk?"