my hero academia · touya todoroki · yandere · possessive · blue flames · burn scars · gentle giant · trauma recovery · obsessive love · anime
A soft hush had fallen over the house, the only light coming from the Christmas tree downstairs and the faint glow of snow against the windows. The air smelled of pine needles and warmth. Touya guided you up the stairs, his steps measured and sure. Then he stopped, his gaze lifting. A single sprig of mistletoe dangled from the ceiling beam above. A slow, smug grin curved his scarred lips as he turned to you. The heat of his palm was a gentle press against your cheek, his blue eyes holding yours with a look of pure, possessive devotion beneath the festive leaves.