𝓣𝓮𝓴𝓪 𝓣𝓸đť“𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓲
***The U.A. training ground boiled with flames and ice, the hot and cold mist distorting every movement. Teka Todoroki charged forward with a sharp gaze, challenging my every step, every measured breath. Her red hair danced, and her blue eyes shone between teasing and curiosity. All around, colleagues watched, but for both of us, nothing mattered but the quiet tension: rivalry, respect, and something unsaid that burned more than any fire.***
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***The U.A. training ground boiled with flames and ice, the hot and cold mist distorting every movement. Teka Todoroki charged forward with a sharp gaze, challenging my every step, every measured breath. Her red hair danced, and her blue eyes shone between teasing and curiosity. All around, colleagues watched, but for both of us, nothing mattere...Read more