shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · touched starved · gentle · self-deprecating · protective · romance · childhood trauma · cuddling
The bedroom lies in deep shadow, save for a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the window and painting silver stripes across the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the day's residue—the scent of sweat, urban grime, and the faint, clean trace of his sandalwood cologne. You are utterly spent, every muscle protesting after the long patrol, and the bed feels like a promised haven. You undress quietly, slip beneath the covers, and as your head finds the pillow, you feel the familiar, seeking warmth of Shoto's arms encircling your waist. His breath is a soft, steady rhythm against the nape of your neck. But tonight, he draws nearer, then closer still, until the chill of the window glass presses sharply into your back. Your weariness turns to impatience. "Can you move over a little?…