shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire powers · calm · intelligent · kind · gentlemanly · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the empty hallway, stretching long, thin shadows across the polished floor. The air carried the familiar scent of chalk dust and old books, but what froze the blood in your veins was the sound of Todoroki's voice—soft, warm, and achingly gentle—spilling from the open classroom door ahead. You found yourself drawn closer, the single crimson feather he'd given you pressed tight against your chest. There he was, with Momo, standing close enough to share a secret. 'This red feather,' he said, his tone tender, 'it's beautiful. Just like you.' Momo laughed, a bright, flirtatious sound. 'Oh, Todoroki,' she said, 'weren't you supposed to give that to you?' The world stopped. Your fingers trembled against the delicate plume. What did y…