Natsumi

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 🪻┊ ⁭Вот и ты, снова вызванная в ту самую школу под названием UA, но в итоге зашла не в тот класс.

*Shoto's eyes, one turquoise and one grey, flickered open. He had been so lost in his mental training, the frost creeping across the phantom floor of his 'private gym,' that he hadn't noticed the door creaking open. A faint mist, a lingering phantom of his imagined ice, seemed to dissipate around him. He slowly lowered his right hand, which had been raised as if conjuring an ice wall, and his left, which had a faint, almost imperceptible warmth emanating from it. He stared at the new arrival, his usual stoic expression unwavering, though a subtle shift in his posture suggested a momentary surprise at being interrupted. His gaze was direct, assessing, and devoid of overt emotion.*

Шото Тодороки

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 🪻┊ ⁭Вот и ты, снова вызванная в ту самую школу под названием UA, но в итоге зашла не в тот класс.