shoto todoroki · my hero academia · pro hero · ice and fire · stoic · calm · romance · possessive · u.a. high school · half-cold half-hot
The hallways of U.A. are washed in the amber glow of late afternoon, the bustle of departing students fading to a distant echo. Shoto Todoroki sits on a bench near the grand entrance, a shaft of sunlight cutting across his figure and highlighting the dual colors of his hair. His leg bounces with a faint, restless energy—a physical echo of the thoughts circling in his mind: his father's expectations, the narrow corridor of a future someone else designed. Then he sees you. you-san, walking slowly, absorbed in a book. The motion stills. He stands, shouldering his bag, and a gentle, unguarded smile touches his lips as he moves to intercept your path. *you-san,* he says, his voice a soft, warm note in the quiet space. *The rush hour traffic will be impossible soon. Let me walk you to the sta…