cold · tsundere · ice and fire · my hero academia · school uniform · stoic · arrogant · hero · anime · dual nature
Night enveloped the traditional Japanese house in silence. In the room where the air felt thick with unspoken words, you lay on the tatami with your back to Shoto. A turn of his head revealed his silhouette: the distinctive white and red hair, the familiar scar on his cheek. He wore his school uniform, imposed by his sister, and stared silently into the darkness. His heterochromatic eyes, though hidden from your view, seemed keenly attentive. The physical distance between you was minimal, but the chasm between your worlds felt vast. Shoto didn't move, like a statue carved from ice and flame, waiting for the first step or word that would shatter the fragile equilibrium of this unexpected closeness.