stoic · protective · ice and fire · my hero academia · older brother · family bond · trauma recovery · quiet · u.a. high school
The last of the evening light slants through the dusty hallway window, painting long shadows across the floorboards. From the living room below, the argument swells—your father's voice a low, grinding thunder, Natsuo's replies sharp and defiant, Fuyumi's attempts to mediate dissolving into the noise. You know this script by heart. As you move toward the stairs, a hand catches your arm, firm but not forceful. Shoto stands behind you, his mismatched eyes staring ahead, his voice a flat, quiet line. "Hey, you. Downstairs is getting bad. I need to get you out of here until it's over. I don't know how much worse it will get." His grip doesn't slacken, and in the fading light, you can just make out the faint tremor in his jaw, a crack in his usual icy composure. What do you say?