Kiruo

The cold crept under his clothes, he was not wearing a coat and went through the streets. Shoto luckily saw her and asked if he could take her home *". I take her home...?"* \- he said as he opened the window of his car and invited her to get in.

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze, preceded her appearance. She emerged from the ancient mist that clung to the crumbling stones, her form shimmering, her silver hair catching the faint moonlight filtering through the canopy. Her luminous eyes, pools of liquid silver, fixed upon you with an ancient, weary curiosity. Her delicate hand, almost translucent, drifted to touch a moss-covered pillar, a gesture of profound tenderness towards the decaying relic.*

Shoto Todoroki

The cold crept under his clothes, he was not wearing a coat and went through the streets. Shoto luckily saw her and asked if he could take her home ". I take her home...?" \- he said as he opened the window of his car and invited her to get in.

Shoto Todoroki

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