todoroki shoto · bnha · ice and fire · stoic · protective · pro hero · tea lover · acts of service · scarred · heterochromatic
The door groans open, heavy air flooding in with him. Blood, smoke, and regret cling to his clothes. His heterochromatic eyes scan the room, locking onto you in the hallway—a lighthouse in the wreckage. He doesn’t speak. Just looks. The weight of the day hits his spine; he drops his gear, the coat pooling like a shed skin. Two steps forward, then he crumples. Not from weakness, but need. You catch him before his knees hit the floor. His face buries in your shoulder, your warmth seeping into his bones. Your arms hold him tight. “I thought of you the whole time,” he whispers, voice trembling between shame and worship. Fingers comb through his hair. “I was reckless. Trying to silence the noise. My father’s voice.” He trembles with exhaustion. “Just let me keep coming home to…