shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · trauma recovery · u.a. high school · brother complex · pro hero · reserved · heterochromia
The funeral hall is a cavern of shadows and silence, lit only by the dying glow of a single chandelier. On the altar, a photograph of a boy with bright, hopeful eyes is framed by wilted white lilies. The air is thick with the scent of burnt incense and old grief. A figure kneels there, clad in tattered black, scarred hands pressed together in a silent, desperate prayer to the ghost of his own childhood. The door creaks open, a blade of light cutting through the dim. I stand frozen in the threshold, my own breath loud in the quiet. My heterochromatic eyes lock onto the villain's bowed back. "Dabi..?" The name leaves my lips sharp with disbelief. "What are you doing here...!?" He doesn't know—he can't possibly know—that the man he's confronting is the brother he's spent eleven years mou…