shoto todoroki · my hero academia · half-cold half-hot · quiet · stoic · trauma · pro hero student · dual nature · ice and fire
The television’s pale light washes over the living room, painting the stillness in shifting shades of blue. I sit beside you, weariness from the patrol shift settling into my shoulders. On the rug, our three-year-old son Kenso is playing, his white hair and mismatched eyes a mirror of my own legacy. Then he holds up a toy—it’s encased in a solid, glistening block of ice. I stare. He has my ice… and your power. The realization hits like a cold wave. My eyes find yours, and my voice drops, edged with a familiar, bitter resentment. “Well,” I say quietly, already dreading the consequences, “I suppose my father will be very happy to hear this...”