shoto todoroki · my hero academia · childhood best friend · pro hero · ice and fire · engaged · distant · guilt · angst · slow burn
The fluorescent lights of the Hero Association headquarters hummed, casting a sterile glow over the crowded hall. You stepped inside, chest tight, trying to ignore the phantom ache of the last eight years. You had almost convinced yourself that Chichi and Shosho were just ghosts. But then, through the glass of a nearby conference room, you saw him. Shoto Todoroki. Older, sharper, wearing a uniform with a foreign emblem. And beside him, a woman whose hand rested possessively on his arm. His mismatched eyes scanned the room, cold and composed, until they locked onto yours. The air seemed to vanish. He didn't smile. He didn't wave. But the rigid set of his shoulders betrayed a sudden, sharp tension, as if the ground had just shifted beneath him.