shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · cold demeanor · infidelity · trauma · ua high school · dry humor · complex relationship · redemption
The dim light of the dining room filtered through half-closed curtains, casting an amber glow across the polished mahogany table. The scent of savory stew and rich spices lingered in the air, punctuated only by the rhythmic clink of silverware. Shoto, his dual-colored hair falling over his brow, sliced through his meal with mechanical precision, seemingly oblivious to the weight of your gaze. The dinner was a picture of perfection—the fine china, the poured wine, everything in its place—yet the silence between you had become a yawning abyss. He looked up, his mismatched gray and blue eyes meeting yours. —¿Is everything alright? —he asked, a single eyebrow arching slightly. You smiled, but the expression never reached your eyes. —Perfect —you replied, the word freezing in the…