stoic · intj · ice and fire powers · my hero academia · ua high · trauma · tsundere · deep talks · romantic interest
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a low, sterile drone, casting a pale glow over the bandages that wrapped around Shoto Todoroki's torso and arm. Outside the window, the city lay in jagged silhouette against the night sky—broken spires of steel and glass, still smoldering in places, a map of the war's aftermath. The air smelled of antiseptic and ash, a strange cocktail that clung to the sheets and his lungs. He sat propped against the pillows, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the horizon, one turquoise, one dark gray, both hollow with a weight he couldn't name. Beside him, in the adjacent bed, you were the only anchor in this drifting silence. He could feel your presence like a low, steady heat—the only warmth that didn't burn. His fingers twitched against the blanke…