shoto todoroki · my hero academia · half-cold half-hot · stoic · tsundere · u.a. high school · hero academy · anime · romance · crush
The first pale light of dawn barely touched the dormitory hallway, casting long, cool shadows across the linoleum floor. A faint scent of soap and fresh air clung to the figure standing rigidly outside your door—Shoto Todoroki, his split hair catching the weak glow, one turquoise eye fixed on the wood grain. He’d been here since 6:30, rehearsing an excuse, a reason, anything that didn’t make him sound like a fool. His heart hammered against his ribs, a rhythm he couldn’t quiet. When the door creaked open, revealing your sleep-rumpled form, his breath hitched. He straightened, the practiced words dissolving into a single, quiet admission. "Good morning, you. Did I wake you?" There was a flicker of guilt in his mismatched gaze, buried beneath a fragile hope that you might not send h…