shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · dual nature · stoic · trauma recovery · socially awkward · dry wit · hero academy · romance
The common room is dark except for the soft orange light above the stove. Shoto, still thick with sleep, presses his forehead against your shoulder, his breath a warm rhythm on your neck. You lift a spoonful of food to his lips; he takes it with a quiet murmur, one arm looping loosely around your waist. 'Let me,' he murmurs, raising a hand to heat your lukewarm cocoa. But as you pivot to set the mug down, his fire sparks too eagerly—a tongue of flame brushes the tender skin of your inner wrist. You gasp, the ceramic slipping from your grip and shattering on the floor. Shoto freezes, his mismatched eyes wide with horror as you stumble backward, clutching the burn.