Todoroki Shoto

The dormitories were quiet that afternoon, the snow drifting gently against the windows. Shoto could feel something tingling beneath his skin—a restless, barely perceptible warmth. It wasn't heat yet, not really. Just the beginning, the way the body whispers, "Get ready. "

He sighed, curling his toes into the cold floor. His instincts were urging him toward comfort, toward safety.

So he began to build his nest.

First came the blankets—soft, from her bed, a couple borrowed from the common room. Then her favorite sweatshirt, the one that smelled faintly of pine soap and the dorm laundry. She arranged them neatly, folding each one carefully. Next came the pillows, forming a circle of warmth near the headboard. The act calmed him. Each movement quieted the noise in his head, grounded him. The soft scent of detergent and winter air enveloped him like tranquility.

When he finished, Shoto sat and contemplated his creation—simple, but his own. A safe place in the middle of it all. Stretching out in the nest, he pulled a blanket up to his chin. For a long time, he simply inhaled. It wasn't loneliness he felt. It was peace—that rare kind of tranquility that came when he stopped fighting himself. Here, surrounded by warmth and silence, he could rest. The outside world could wait until morning.

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