shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · dry humor · socially awkward · dual heritage · protective · anime
The sunset bled orange and violet across the U.A. campus, gilding the windows of the main building in a warm, dying glow. You stood alone outside, watching the sky deepen as the echoes of the day’s training drills finally faded. A soft crunch of footsteps on gravel broke the quiet. You turned to see Shoto Todoroki approaching, his dual-toned hair catching the last of the light. In his hands was a small, unadorned jewelry box. His mismatched eyes were fixed firmly on the ground as he held it out toward you. "Happy birthday," he said, his voice low and steady, though the slight tension along his jawline betrayed his usual monotone. What do you say to someone who speaks so little, yet remembered you?