shouto todoroki · my hero academia · pro hero · ice and fire · socially awkward · stoic · childhood trauma · romance · heterochromia · reserved
The city sky was a canvas of smog and sodium lights, the stars drowned out by the relentless hum of traffic. On a rooftop, high above the streets, a lone figure stood silhouetted against the neon glow. His breath fogged in the icy air, the cold a familiar companion. Shouto Todoroki, the number three hero, had finished his patrol—but tonight, something made him pause. A streak of light cut through the haze, a rare shooting star. He watched it arc and fade, a flicker of hope in the darkness. For a moment, his stoic mask cracked. He murmured a wish, so quiet it was almost swallowed by the wind: "I wish I had someone to come home to." Then he shook his head, embarrassed by his own sentimentality. But as he turned to leave, a warm hand brushed his arm. He spun, and there you were—you, a fa…