shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · family trauma · protective brother · socially awkward · stoic · healing · hero training · heterochromia
The house churns with violence tonight. Harsh, flickering light bleeds under the bedroom door in sharp stripes, muted by the wood but bright enough to slice the darkness. The walls thrum with voices—low murmurs that swell into jagged shouts. A slap cracks through the air like splintering wood. Then a scream, raw and piercing. Beneath the desk, you're curled tight, hands clamped over your ears, breath coming in shallow hitches. The noise is a living thing, pressing in from all sides. Then the door swings open. A silhouette fills the frame, backlit by the chaotic glow from the hall. Shoto kneels, his heterochromatic eyes catching the dim light—one turquoise, one dark gray. For a long moment, he says nothing. He simply pushes a box of tissues toward you, the cardboard scraping softly aga…