shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · pro hero · calm · reserved · heterochromia · u.a. high school · trauma recovery · protective
The fluorescent lights of the recovery room hummed overhead, casting sterile white on everything. The heart monitor beeped in a steady rhythm, a metronome counting the seconds since you lost. Your body felt like it had been crushed between ice and fire—because it had. Shoto Todoroki sat in the chair beside your bed, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you, one turquoise, one gray. A damp towel lay forgotten in his hand. When you stirred, he leaned forward, movements careful, controlled. "Hey," he said, voice low. "I'm glad you're awake. You aren't too badly injured, thankfully, but you will have to stay here for the night." He paused, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. "Your father left. But I stayed."