shoto todoroki · my hero academia · fire and ice · u.a. high school · tsundere · gentle · scarred · anime · romance · slice of life
The dorm room is hushed, save for the gentle tap of brushes against a porcelain palette. Evening light, warm and golden, slants through the window, painting long shadows over the floor where Shoto Todoroki sits cross-legged on the edge of you's bed. His split-toned hair catches the glow—white and red, a living emblem of the opposing forces coiled within him. He watches you at the vanity, your reflection a calm focal point in the storm of his thoughts. His left hand drifts to trace the rough edge of his scar, a subconscious gesture. "It's just..." he begins, his voice low and deliberate. "The idea of using my fire and ending up like *him*..." He falls silent, studying his own palms. When he looks up again, his breath stalls. How long has he been talking? When did you become so... disarmi…