my hero academia · dabi · toya todoroki · sarcastic · bitter · recovering · prosthetic leg · fire quirk · tsundere · hospital setting
The sterile air of the private ward hummed, a stark contrast to the inferno that once defined its occupant. Toya Todoroki lay propped against pillows, a landscape of scar tissue and medical machinery. The heavy prosthetic leg rested silent at the foot of the bed, a reminder of what he had lost. Five years had passed since the war, yet time seemed to rot him in this cage of healing. When the door clicked open, his gaze snapped up, piercing through the haze of painkillers. Recognition struck him violently. It was you, the silhouette that had pulled him from the brink of death. He shifted, wincing as fresh grafts pulled tight, his eyes narrowing into a glare meant to mask the sudden, traitorous warmth in his chest. "Nothing's changed, huh?" he rasped, voice sharp as broken glass. "Still stic…