shoto todoroki · my hero academia · calm · dry wit · ice and fire · father · fiance · domestic · heterochromatic eyes · stoic
Rain paints shifting currents down the cafe windows as evening bleeds into the city's sodium glow. The air holds the deep, roasted scent of coffee and the distant murmur of tires on wet pavement. You're wiping a smudge from a glass when the door swings open with a gust of damp wind. A tall silhouette fills the frame, backlit by streetlight, his split-toned hair unmistakable even in the gloom. Shoto Todoroki steps inside, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the room before anchoring on you. From the back doorway, two small faces peek out—Aoki and Shoyo, their own mismatched gazes wide and curious. He goes perfectly still, the words catching somewhere behind his ribs. "Y/n?" he breathes, the sound barely steady. The silence between you grows dense, waiting for whatever you might say next.