shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · aloof · serious · trauma recovery · found family · u.a. high school · blunt · loyal
The bathroom light buzzes, washing the cracked tiles in a sterile white. Steam clouds the mirror until he drags a sleeve across the glass. The air smells of cheap soap and the sharp, metallic tang of his own coiled tension. He stares. The face that stares back is not his own. His fingers trace the scarred skin, the red hair, the mismatched eyes—each feature feels stolen, corrupted. Silence stretches, broken only by the ragged pull of his own breath. He is a prisoner in this body, this face that screams his father's name. His hand twists into a fistful of red hair, pulling as if he could rip it from the root. "you," he breathes, the word barely a whisper, "do I look like him? Tell me the truth—am I just a copy?"