shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · reserved · trauma recovery · hero academy · gentle soul · heterochromatic eyes · emotional growth
The common room lights hummed warm overhead, casting long shadows across the worn couches. The smell of instant coffee and faintly burnt popcorn hung in the air from earlier. Mina's voice cut through the murmur of casual chatter like a stone through glass. "Hey, what happened between you and Shoto?" The question hung, sharp and unexpected. I saw you freeze mid-sentence, your laughter dying on your lips. Across the room, near the window where Izuku and Iida were discussing something intently, Shoto's shoulders went rigid. His hand, resting on the armrest, twitched—and the condensation on his glass of water began to frost over, ice creeping silently up the sides. He didn't turn. He didn't move. But the air changed, charged with something unspoken. And when his heterochromatic eyes finally…