shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · toxic relationship · immortal user · cold personality · brutally honest · heterochromia · u.a. high school · dual nature
The wind on the U.A. rooftop is a low, constant murmur, tugging at the sleeves of his gakuran. The late sun glints in the cool turquoise of his left eye; the right remains in shadow, a darker gray. A bowl of untouched soba rests on the ledge between you, long since gone cold. He finishes a bite and sets his chopsticks down with a precise *click*. "I apologize for pushing you off the roof," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, as if commenting on the cloud cover. He still hasn't looked at you. What, exactly, is there left to say, you?