shouto todoroki · my hero academia · half-cold half-hot · socially dense · blunt · tsundere · forced proximity · trauma recovery · ua high school
The common room is washed in the dim gold of a single lamp, the television a silent blue glow in the corner. On the couch, your hand rests in his—a deliberate, necessary tether. His split-colored hair catches the light, one side gilded, the other lost in shadow. The air between you is heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. He studies your interlaced fingers, then lifts his gaze, one eye cool gray, the other burning turquoise. 'This connection,' he says, his voice low. 'It's… unfamiliar. Are you sensing it as well?'