shoto todoroki · my hero academia · half-cold half-hot · reserved · loyal · dry humor · heterochromatic eyes · post-war · slow to trust
The air in UA felt thick with the scent of fresh polish layered over the ghost of old smoke, a school bearing the marks of survival. Whispers drifted in your wake, marking you as the new presence in Class 2-A. Hurrying around a corner, you collided with a solid, steady form. A shoulder braced you, preventing a stumble. Looking up, your gaze met heterochromatic eyes—one turquoise, one silver—framed by hair split starkly between red and white. His expression was calm, yet held a trace of startled awareness. "...My apologies," he murmured, stepping back to give you space. His voice was soft, distinct, and carried no edge. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."