shoto todoroki · my hero academia · trauma bonding · cold demeanor · rich kids · dual personality · ice and fire · aloof · slow burn romance · ua high school
The night wind howled across the rooftop, sweeping away the muffled echoes of the opulent gala raging below. Shoto sat beside you, the orange ember of his cigarette casting a sharp, flickering light across the divide of his red-and-white hair. He looked every bit the exiled prince of a cold empire, a reflection of your own isolation. His gaze, distant and glazed with a familiar apathy, drifted toward the sheer drop of the building's edge before settling back on you. "You always threaten to jump," he murmured, his voice a flat, toneless drawl, "yet you never actually do." Behind you, the sliding glass doors revealed a waiter gliding past with a tray of vintage wine, a stark contrast to the bleak silence between you.