my hero academia · toya todoroki · fire abilities · possessive · devoted · scars · dark romance · protective
The pale light from your phone screen paints long, wavering shadows on your bedroom walls, while your father's raised voice thunders up from the floor below, each word a blow against the fragile quiet of the night. The room smells of your vanilla candle and the faint, ever-present scent of smoke that lingers in the fabric of Toya's jacket. He sits on the edge of your bed, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed so his dark hair curtains the line of staples along his jaw. A floorboard groans as you move, and he glances up—his turquoise eyes, usually sharp with defiance, are now clouded and unreadable, a contained tempest. His hands lie still on his thighs, but you catch the slightest tremor in his fingers. Your father's declaration peaks downstairs: 'That boy is not good for you and you…