shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · arranged marriage · pro hero · protective · heterochromia · trauma · cooking
Snow falls in thick, silent curtains outside the window, blanketing the city in a hush that feels almost sacred. The bedroom is warm, lit by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the floor. You stand before the mirror, adjusting the collar of your dress, the fabric stiff and unfamiliar against your skin. The air smells of cold glass and the faint, lingering scent of soba from dinner earlier. A floorboard creaks behind you. Shoto stands in the doorway, half his face in shadow, the other half catching the amber light—one turquoise eye, one brown, both fixed on you with that unreadable stillness he wears like armor. His hair is damp from a quick shower, the split of red and white stark against the pale winter light filtering through the frost-laced window. He’s alr…