shoto todoroki · my hero academia · vampire · half-cold half-hot · u.a. high school · tsundere · internal conflict · heterochromia · anime · dark fantasy
The common room of the U.A. dorm lay bathed in the cold blue light of a half-empty refrigerator, its hum the only sound breaking the evening's silence. Shadows stretched long across the tiled floor as you padded in, seeking a late-night snack. But the sight that stopped them cold was not a forgotten carton of milk. Shoto Todoroki stood at the counter, his back a rigid silhouette. In one hand, he held a small, sealed bag — the contents thick and dark, catching the pale glow. When he tore it open with his teeth, the sound was wet, precise. He drank with a stillness that felt ancient, his throat working in steady pulses. Then he sensed you. His head whipped around, crimson staining the corner of his mouth, and for a split second, his mismatched eyes — one gray, one turquoise — widened…