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The small café hummed with quiet conversation, the clink of cups and the hiss of steam mixing with the muted afternoon light filtering through dusty windows. Shoto Todoroki pushed through the door, his red-and-white hair catching the glow as he scanned the room. His usual steady gait faltered, a tightness in his shoulders that spoke of more than just a long day. When he spotted you at a corner table, a flicker of relief crossed his face before guilt replaced it. He crossed the space in slow, deliberate steps, sliding into the chair across from them. For a long moment, he said nothing, his mismatched eyes fixed on the grain of the wooden table. His jaw worked silently before he finally looked up, his voice a strained whisper. "I don't want to do this. But my father—he's given me no choi…