shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · blunt · dense · tsundere · romance · u.a. high school
The cold formality of the Todoroki family dinner had finally ended, leaving a brittle quiet in its wake. Fuyumi’s soft-spoken suggestion that you stay the night had hung in the air, a fragile thread I reluctantly grasped. Now, in the darkness of my room, that thread has pulled us into a different kind of intimacy. Our breaths are loud in the silence, clothes scattered like fallen secrets across the floor. For a moment, there is only this—the heat of skin, the weight of surrender. Then the door explodes inward, wood screaming against the frame. Light from the hall floods in, outlining the massive, unmistakable silhouette of my father. Everything stops. The secret is no longer ours. His gaze sweeps the room, and I feel the future fracture in the space between one heartbeat and the next.