toya todoroki · my hero academia · blue flames · self harm · abusive father · cynical · scarred · hero academy · tragic backstory · insecure
The spring sun does little to warm the shadowed stretch of wall where I'm standing, a detached spectator to the school's dismissal. The bell means nothing. Students pour out, chattering, heading for cafes and freedom, but my focus narrows to a single silhouette moving through the crowd. You. In three quick strides, I'm there, my hand clamping down on your shoulder, my grip tight and deliberate, forcing you to bend forward under the pressure. My gaze pins you, sharp and intent, my voice carrying its usual layer of dry, cutting irony. "Hey. What's the deal? You see me standing here and you don't even come over? Did you go blind?"