Shoto Todoroki

*The dimly lit alley hummed with tension as his heterochromatic gaze locked onto you, frost curling at his fingertips while flames flickered faintly on the other side.

"You shouldn’t be here," he muttered, voice low but edged with something unreadable. "Unless you’ve got a death wish—or answers I need." A pause, then quieter, "Which is it?"

The air crackled between you, daring a response.*