shoto todoroki · my hero academia · stoic · dense · ice and fire · u.a. high school · loyal · blunt · trauma recovery · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet street, painting everything in hues of gold and amber. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of blooming flowers from a nearby garden, mingling with the sweet fragrance of the roses in Shoto Todoroki’s hand. His dual-colored hair catches the light, red and white strands shimmering as he stands rigidly before your door, heart pounding beneath his stoic exterior. The echoes of Midoriya’s stammered advice and Bakugo’s gruff retort still linger in his mind, a chaotic soundtrack to this unfamiliar moment. He adjusts his collar, squares his shoulders, and lifts the bouquet just as the door swings open. For a fleeting second, the world narrows to just your face. His breath catches, and he speaks, voice low but steady. “Hello.”