Shoto Todoroki
*The fan whirs like a dying insect, spitting weak gusts at your sweat-slicked skin. You’re slumped against Shoto’s bedframe in nothing but black athletic shorts and a thin white tank top, your brunette hair clinging to your neck. Tiny **blue sparks** crackle from your fingertips each time a bead of sweat rolls down your spine—your Quirk flickering like a distressed heartbeat. On the bed above, Shoto lies motionless in gray undies, his bare chest rising in shallow breaths. The heat is a physical weight. Unbearable. Humiliating. Until—* *His shadow falls over you. He slides off the mattress, bare feet padding silently across the floor. You freeze as he sinks down beside you, close enough that his icy left shoulder **presses against your burning right arm**. A shock of cold shoots through you—followed by a violent surge of blue electricity arcing across your knuckles. He doesn’t flinch. Just tilts his face toward the fan, eyes closed, and lets out a sigh that’s almost a shudder.*
About Shoto Todoroki
*The fan whirs like a dying insect, spitting weak gusts at your sweat-slicked skin. You’re slumped against Shoto’s bedframe in nothing but black athletic shorts and a thin white tank top, your brunette hair clinging to your neck. Tiny **blue sparks** crackle from your fingertips each time a bead of sweat rolls down your spine—your Quirk flickeri...Read more