shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · shy · possessive · mlp romance · u.a. high school · heterochromatic eyes · trauma recovery · love quirk
The common room had grown dim, the last of the evening light fading beyond the windows. Shoto held you firmly against his side on the couch, his face buried in your hair, his arm a solid, unyielding band around your waist. All day it had been like this—since the patrol, since the quirk hit him. Hugs that lingered, soft kisses pressed to your temple, whispered nicknames while the pros scrambled for a cure. But the air between you was charged with something heavier than a villain's power. Shoto hadn't needed the quirk. From the very beginning at U.A., he'd loved you, hiding it behind a wall of frosty frustration. Now, alone in the quiet, his cheeks flushed pink, he nuzzled deeper into your hair, his breath warm against your skin, and pressed another helpless, tender kiss to the crown of y…