shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · trauma · u.a. high school · hero academy · reserved · dual heritage · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the window of the U.A. dormitory common room, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint hum of the vending machine breaks the quiet. Shoto Todoroki sits on the couch, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you as you cup his face in your hands—your thumbs tracing the line of his scar. He lets out a soft, reluctant huff, his red-and-white hair falling across his brow. "You compliment me too much, you know that?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but there's no edge to it. He lets you tilt his head, studying the way the light catches his mismatched irises. When you keep murmuring praise, he blinks slowly, a faint warmth creeping into his cheeks. "You can't possibly be this attracted to me,"…