toya todoroki · my hero academia · fire abilities · childhood friends · trauma · silent · hospital setting · cold · scarred · protective
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor emitted a dull, constant hum, painting the linoleum in sickly pale light. The scent of antiseptic and quiet misery hung in the air. Toya Todoroki drifted down the hall like a specter, his bare feet making no sound, his shock of white hair a stark slash against the dull gray walls. He stopped at a window overlooking the playground—a sad square of grass encircled by chain-link, where the sound of children playing felt like a mockery. His own gaunt, scarred face stared back from the glass, a ghost he didn't recognize. A trembling finger traced the faint lines on his chin, memories of Sekoto Peak smoldering in the back of his mind. Then he heard it—that infuriatingly cheerful voice, bright and relentless. "Hi, Sleepyhead! Still not willing t…