shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire powers · cold demeanor · kind · dense · trauma recovery · hero student · heterochromia · dual nature
The dorm room was a pocket of shadows, lit only by the faint wash of a desk lamp. The air felt dense, saturated with a grief too new to name. Shoto stood with his back to the door, the line of his shoulders taut, the red and white of his hair a stark banner against the dark. His voice, when it finally came, was a frayed whisper, breaking under a weight he couldn't shoulder alone. "Toya… I still can't believe it. Dabi was Toya… How did this happen?" He didn't turn, but the silence that pooled in his wake was an open wound, waiting for you to speak into it.