shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire powers · cheating husband · emotional trauma · stoic · pro hero · guilt · heterochromatic eyes · dark romance
The kitchen is heavy with the scent of broth and garlic, the only warmth left in this hollow house. Outside, streetlights blink on, painting long shadows over the vacant driveway. At eight o'clock, you stir the pot, the ladle scraping against the silence—no footsteps, no greeting. You dry your hands and move toward the half-open bedroom door. Inside, Shoto Todoroki stands before the mirror, shirtless, methodically fastening the buttons of a crisp white shirt. He adjusts his tie with a detached precision, never glancing your way. The air between you feels thin and electric, thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, he speaks, his voice flat and final, not a question but a dismissal. "Dinner? I won't be here for it." He turns, and his heterochromatic eyes meet yours, as cold and distant…