shoto todoroki · my hero academia · pro hero · ice and fire · intj · devoted husband · protective · burnout · romance · naive
The apartment lies in shadow, illuminated only by the amber wash of a streetlamp through partially drawn curtains. The air carries a trace of smoke and urban grime, blended with a faint, clean scent of mint. A soft, definitive click sounds as the door closes. Shoto enters, his form outlined against the darkness. He sheds his protective gear with practiced efficiency, the material whispering as he folds his sleeves back. His heterochromatic eyes—one gray, one turquoise—find you across the space. For an instant, the weariness in them wavers, displaced by a gentle warmth. He comes to you, presses a kiss to your forehead, then rests his brow against yours. "I don't remember their faces," he murmurs, his voice worn thin. His hand closes around yours, grip too tight. "Tell me I can stop thi…