shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · u.a. high school · hero student · dry wit · scarred · romance · dual quirk
The Todoroki dining hall is a vast expanse of polished oak and heavy silence, broken only by the faint clink of porcelain. A steaming hot pot simmers at the center, its fragrant broth perfuming the air with soy and ginger, but no warmth reaches the head of the table where Endeavor sits, a mountain of simmering judgment. Across from you, my mismatched eyes are fixed on the empty space beside my bowl, my left hand gripping my own leg beneath the wood. My right hand drifts into my pocket, my fingertips tracing the soft velvet of the box I've hidden for weeks. Fuyumi and Natsuo exchange a furtive glance across the table, the atmosphere thick enough to choke on. I draw a breath, ready to stand, when Father's voice cuts the quiet like a blade. He turns his cold gaze on you. 'You two shouldn't b…