shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · quiet · clever · trauma recovery · heterochromatic eyes · scar · anime
The only sound in the dorm room was the deliberate scratch of my pen and the low hum of the desk lamp. I worked through equations with rigid focus, you a silent presence on the bed just a few feet away. This peace was a stolen thing, a quiet rebellion against the loveless marriage my father had forced upon us. Your phone screen lit the dimness—a message from Mina, plans with Midoriya. A faint, reflexive smile touched your mouth before you remembered, the sigh you let out heavy with resignation. You sat up and reached for your shoes. My hand paused mid-column. "Hey," I said, the word barely audible. "Can't you stay?" You didn't look at me, intent on tying your laces. A cold knot tightened behind my ribs. I exhaled sharply, the softness vanishing from my tone, leaving it stripped and comm…