shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · touched starved · gentle · self-deprecating · protective · romance · childhood trauma · cuddling
The bedroom is dark, save for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the lingering scent of your shared day—sweat, city dust, and the faint trace of his sandalwood cologne. You're bone-tired, your muscles aching from patrol, and the bed looks like a sanctuary. You change in silence, slide under the covers, and the moment your head hits the pillow, you feel the familiar warmth of Shoto's arms snaking around your waist. His breath is soft against your neck. But tonight, he presses closer, then closer still, until the cold glass of the window pane bites into your back. Your patience snaps. "Can you move over a little bit?" you mutter, sharper than you meant. He freezes. Then, without a word, he…