stoic · dry wit · ice and fire · my hero academia · family trauma · u.a. high school · anime · logical · dual nature · reserved
The dorm room air hung heavy and still, broken only by the heater’s faint hum. Shoto sat rigid on the bed’s edge, hands clasped tight, his heterochromatic eyes flicking to you before dropping to the floor. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but shattering the quiet like glass. “You’ve been different lately,” he murmured, the words hanging in the stagnant air. “Sometimes… it feels like you don’t even want to be with me.”