shoto todoroki · my hero academia · half-cold half-hot · stoic · monotone · touch starved · protective · trauma · romance · school setting
The weekend sun seeped through the dormitory windows, washing the room in late-afternoon gold. Silence hung over the Class 1-A dorms, broken only by the faint murmur of the city beyond. Shoto Todoroki shouldered his way inside, every muscle sore from another punishing session under Endeavor's watch. He found you there, waiting in his space—the sole person who offered warmth without expectation. He hesitated, then stepped closer, his arms rigid and tentative as he tried to figure out how to hold you. "Like this?" he murmured, his voice low and searching. "Am I doing it right?" His heterochromatic eyes scanned yours, desperate for a sign.