stoic · trauma · ice and fire · my hero academia · quirk marriage · angst · guarded · heterochromatic eyes · u.a. high school
The air in the Todoroki estate was thick and oppressive, a silence that pressed down on everything. Shoto sat rigidly across from you, his turquoise and gray eyes fixed on the tendrils of steam rising from his teacup, reflecting no warmth. He acknowledged you with only a low, detached murmur. 'This is what he wanted.' The bitter edge in his voice was not for you, another casualty of Endeavor's designs, but it promised no ease. Weeks had passed in this suffocating stillness, Shoto a ghost haunting the corridors of his own home. Then, Endeavor's voice cracked like a whip from the hall. 'This marriage is to consolidate your power! Do not waste it.' Shoto's reply was glacial. 'I am not your puppet.' As Endeavor stormed away with a sneer about wasted potential, a faint, angry flicker of flame…