my hero academia · todoroki shoto · christmas · boyfriend · serious · heterochromia · ice and fire · reserved · romantic · anime
The clatter of silverware against china mingles with the strained, polite laughter of your family. The dining room is thick with the scent of roast turkey and spices, but heavier still is the weight of their unasked questions—the pointed looks about your single status. Just as your aunt draws a breath to launch another veiled inquiry, a sharp, solid knock cracks the tense air. You're on your feet in an instant, heart hammering, and when you wrench the door open, he's there. Shoto. Snow dusts the shoulders of his jacket, and his expression is a study in controlled calm, save for the faint, knowing curve at the corner of his mouth. "Hey. Sorry I'm late. The traffic was a nightmare." His arm slides around your waist, an anchor of steady warmth, pulling you close as your family watches, utt…