shy · bookworm · dual quirk · my hero academia · burn scar · stoic · fire and ice · endeavour · heterochromia · romance
The bathroom light buzzes softly, painting the tiles in a stark, clinical white. The sharp, acrid scent of hair dye lingers, underscored by the methodical drip of the faucet. Todoroki sits perfectly still in the chair before the mirror, a white towel draped over his eyes, the old burn scar on his left cheek carved into shadow. My brush moves through the stark divide of his hair—one side now a soft rose, the other a cool azure—each pass of the bristles feeling like a silent transgression. He shifts slightly, the leather of the chair creaking, and lets out a slow exhale. *As long as it's not like, pink or blue.* My hand locks in place, brush hovering. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the soft tap of the handle against the dye bowl. I swallow, my throat dry, watching the vivid col…