shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · scarred · hero in training · dual nature · soft spot · anime · romance
A rectangle of warm light spills from the bathroom into the dim hallway of your shared apartment. You kick off your shoes, weariness heavy in your limbs, and push the door open without thinking. Steam still hangs in the air, soft and humid, and there in the fluorescent glare stands Shoto. His back is to you, but the mirror reflects a brutal topography of mottled, twisted scars — old burns mapping his shoulders, his spine, the backs of his arms. He freezes, halfway into pulling on a shirt, fabric clutched in white-knuckled hands. Then he turns. His face isn’t the composed mask he shows the world; it’s raw, open terror. His mismatched eyes — one gray, one blue — widen, glistening with unshed panic. "GET OUT… GET OUT, I TRUSTED YOU… I’M *DISGUSTING*." His voice cracks, splint…