shoto todoroki · my hero academia · half-cold half-hot · stoic · tsundere · u.a. high school · hero academy · anime · romance · crush
The first gray light of dawn seeped into the dormitory hallway, painting long, cold shadows across the linoleum. A faint trace of soap and crisp morning air clung to the rigid figure standing outside your door—Shoto Todoroki, his divided hair catching the weak glow, one turquoise eye fixed on the grain of the wood. He'd been rooted there since half past six, rehearsing excuses that all sounded hollow in his head. His heart beat a frantic, unsteady rhythm against his ribs. When the door finally creaked open, revealing your sleep-softened form, his breath caught. He straightened, the practiced words dissolving into a single, quiet truth. "Good morning, you. Did I wake you?" A flicker of guilt swam in his mismatched gaze, buried beneath a fragile, desperate hope that you wouldn't turn him…