stoic · dry wit · half-cold half-hot · my hero academia · pro hero · social awkwardness · serious · loyal · trauma recovery · anime
The streetlights cast long, fractured shadows across the wet pavement as a cold drizzle begins to fall. The distant wail of a siren fades into the hum of the city night. You're on patrol, the familiar weight of your gear grounding you, when a figure steps out from beneath a flickering streetlamp. The half-red, half-white hair is unmistakable. Shoto Todoroki stands there, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you, one gray, one turquoise, both carrying a weight of unspoken history. He takes a breath, the cold air misting around his lips. "you," he calls out, his voice low and steady, yet tinged with something fragile. He steps forward, closing the distance with measured strides, his hero costume creaking softly. He stops just before you, tilting his head slightly, as if trying to read your exp…