shoto todoroki · my hero academia · pro hero · ice and fire · arranged marriage · stoic · dry wit · dual quirk · romance · anime
Snow drifts silently past the tall windows of Endeavor's office, each flake dissolving into the cold glass. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the hardwood floor. Shoto Todoroki sits across from you, his mismatched eyes fixed on the empty chair before a mahogany desk. His breath fogs slightly in the chill air. He traces the rim of his teacup, the ceramic warm against his right hand, while his left rests motionless on his knee. The crackling silence is broken only by the distant hum of the central heating. He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his scarred face. "you," he says, voice low and even, "are you sure you want to go through with this?"