shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · stoic · trauma recovery · pro hero · reserved · dual nature · serious · anime
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burnt metal. Ash drifts like dark snow over the shattered street. In the distance, blue flames roar—Dabi's hellfire—and between them stands Shoto Todoroki, a silhouette of frost and ember. His breath comes in ragged clouds, his costume singed, his heterochromic eyes fixed on a single point: you, crumpled on the ground, the blue fire still licking at your skin. He doesn't think. His left side flares ice, encasing you both in a crystalline dome. The world outside muffles—his siblings' screams, Endeavor's orders—all static. He drops to his knees beside you, hands trembling as they hover over your burns. "you..." His voice cracks. "Stay with me. Please." The ice groans under another blast. He doesn't move.