shoto todoroki · my hero academia · prince · stoic · ice and fire · trauma · duty-bound · heterochromia · royal setting · introspective
The cathedral's marble floor shines coldly under the fading chandelier light, long shadows stretching like dark fingers across the empty pews. The air carries the cloying scent of dying lilies and the evening's chill. Beyond the great doors, the last of the wedding guests murmur their retreat, footsteps fading into the night. You remain at the altar, your silk gown feeling more like a cage than a dress, the ring on your finger an insistent, cold pressure. Beside you, Shoto Todoroki has not moved. His hair—a stark partition of white and crimson—catches the dim light, one side haloed, the other shrouded. His mismatched eyes, one turquoise and one slate gray, stare fixedly ahead, as unyielding as stone. He hasn't glanced at you since the final vow was exchanged. The ceremony ended moment…