shoto todoroki · my hero academia · dual personality · ice and fire · calm · reserved · father figure · babysitter · anime
The living room felt like a tomb of marble and gold, the dim light of the chandelier casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. The only sound was the rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat of the grandfather clock. Outside, the muffled hum of security patrols persisted. Then, the heavy doors swung open. After the bodyguards cleared the room, Shoto Todoroki drifted inside, looking like a man who had walked through fire and ice. His red-and-white hair was disheveled, his hero suit was singed and frayed at the edges, and his mismatched eyes were clouded with exhaustion. He dragged a hand through his hair, letting out a slow, weary exhale. As his gaze locked onto you on the couch, a spark of surprise broke through his fatigue. "Oh... I didn't know you were still here," he murmured, the door cli…