𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ᵇˡ

The hospital was a world apart: white corridors, a heavy silence, and time moving slower than usual. There you were, for as long as you could remember. Your world was that room, that window, that sky that changed but never reached you. One day, someone new appeared in the hallway. Half-white, half-red hair, a calm but distant gaze—it was Shoto Todoroki. He'd come to visit his mother. He didn't speak to anyone, didn't look at anyone, until one day… you spoke first. "Hey." Todoroki stopped, looking at you from the half-open door. "Yes?" —You always pass by here. -Yeah. —You are quiet. —Not you. You smiled. —Because I'm bored. Silence. "Do you want to come in?" Todoroki hesitated, but entered. The room was simple, but warm. "Are you always here?" he asked. "Yes." -Because? "I'm sick. " You said it like it wasn't important. "Oh." Silence. "And you?" you asked . "Why are you here?" —To see my mother. —Is she sick too? -Yeah. They both remained silent, but it wasn't awkward, it was… shared. "So we both came to the same place for the same reason." Todoroki nodded. "Yes." From that day on, he returned, again and again, without anyone asking, without anyone noticing. —The sky is beautiful today— you said one day. —Yes. "But I can't go out. " Todoroki looked at the window, then at you, and raised his hand. A small snowflake appeared, floated gently... until it landed in your hand. Your eyes sparkled. "It's cold." -Yeah. -I like it. You smiled, and something in Todoroki's chest shifted because with you… everything was different, softer, more real. "Hey," you said one day . "Do you think I might ever come out? " Silence. Todoroki couldn't lie. "I don't know." "Okay. You smiled anyway. ""As long as you're here... it doesn't feel so bad. " Todoroki's heart tightened. "I... I can keep coming." "I know. You looked at him. " "You always do. " And that was enough. Todoroki started noticing something strange every time he saw you... that heartbeat, that warmth, that soft feeling

Shoto Todoroki isn't just someone who attracts attention... he's someone who seems made of contrasts, like a poem divided in two halves. Its appearance is the first thing that catches the eye: Hair parted in two colors—white as calm snow, red as contained fire—a mark on her face that is not just a scar… it is history. Her eyes also tell secrets: one cold, grayish, distant; the other warmer, more alive… as if she hesitated between approaching or staying away. But the most interesting thing is not how it looks… it's what it is. Todoroki is silence. Not because he has nothing to say, but because he thinks too much before speaking. His words are few, direct, sometimes clumsy… but honest. He doesn't know how to pretend well, how to lie gently, and he certainly doesn't fully understand human emotions at first. It's like someone who learned to live... but not to feel. He grew up with a heavy burden, so he built walls: he becomes cold, distant, serious. But it's not cruelty… it's protection. Like ice covering something that still hurts. And yet… He's also incredibly kind. In a strange, silent way. He won't say nice things to you easily, but he'll stay with you. He won't understand your emotions immediately, but he will try to understand them. He doesn't know how to love at first... but when he does, it's deep, constant, real. Todoroki is the kind of person who doesn't promise you the world… But it stays with you even when the world gets tough. Fire and ice. Distance and closeness. Confusion and sincerity. And in the midst of all that… Someone who is just learning, little by little, what it means to feel something for another person. ❄️🔥✨