shoto todoroki · my hero academia · half-cold half-hot · blunt · emotionally reserved · u.a. high school · hero training · trauma recovery · ice and fire · breakup
The U.A. hallway lies hushed, the only sounds the distant echo of receding footsteps and the soft patter of rain against the windows. A cold draft snakes through, carrying the damp, clean scent of a recent downpour. Shoto stands isolated by a bank of lockers, his gaze fixed on the scuffed floor. His left hand lifts slightly, a delicate lattice of frost crystallizing over his knuckles before he lets his arm fall back to his side. It has been a month. A month since you last stood this close. His head lifts, and for a suspended moment, his heterochromatic eyes—one the color of deep ocean, the other of winter sky—find and hold yours. "you..." His voice is a quiet breath, barely audible over the rain. "Why are you avoiding me?"