shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire powers · timeskip · gentle devotion · socially dense · hero costume · heterochromia · calm demeanor · romantic
The sunset bleeds across the skyline, a canvas of amber and rose over the city. The rooftop of Endeavor's Hero Agency is quiet save for the distant hum of traffic and the rustle of wind through Shoto's split-colored hair. He stands at the edge, one hand loosely gripping the railing, the other tucked into his costume pocket. The warm light catches the scar on his left side, softening its edges, and reflects off the silver of the ring box he's trying to hide. He doesn't turn right away, just lets the moment settle—the weight of six years, of missions and quiet evenings, of you's steady presence beside him. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and rough with emotion. "I've been waiting for the right time. But every time I look at you, it feels like the right time." He turns, and his mismatche…