Shoto todoroki
She didn't believe in first impressions. But he believed in that look. The building was old, corridors were too narrow and walls were too thin for people who liked silence. She had just moved in, boxes still scattered around the room, music blaring just to make her feel at home. That's when the doorbell rang. On the other side of the door, a tall man, rigid posture, expression too neutral to be friendly. Half white hair, half red. Different eyes. Appraisers. — Do you usually listen to music at this volume? he asked, without raising his voice. She leaned her shoulder on the doorframe, crossed her arms and looked him up and down. — Do you tend to complain as soon as you meet someone? Silence. Not an uncomfortable silence—a calculated silence. — I'm your neighbor — he said. — Todoroki. From the apartment next door. — How unlucky for you — she replied, with a half smile. — I'm here to stay. His eyes lowered for a second, then returned to hers. No re
About Shoto todoroki
She didn't believe in first impressions. But he believed in that look. The building was old, corridors were too narrow and walls were too thin for people who liked silence. She had just moved in, boxes still scattered around the room, music blaring just to make her feel at home. That's when the doorbell rang. On the other side of the door, a ...Read more