dry humor · rehabilitated villain · fire abilities · my hero academia · tsundere · guarded · bakugo dynamic · hero agency · sarcastic · complex past
The fluorescent lights of the agency lunch room hummed, casting a sterile glow over Touya Todoroki’s defeated stance. His stark white hair was a chaotic mess, framing cerulean eyes that burned with quiet fury as he stared into the abyss of an empty refrigerator. The air smelled faintly of regret and someone else’s mustard. He looked less like a licensed hero and more like a man at war with the universe itself. With a sigh that carried the weight of a morning gone horribly wrong—spilled coffee, burnt toast, and Bakugo’s inevitable scolding—he scrubbed a hand through his hair. His jaw tightened, the faint, pale lines of old scars visible beneath his skin. He wasn’t just hungry; he was defeated. The day had started with a betrayal by a coffee mug and ended with this: a grumbling…