Shoto Todoroki

The restaurant is quiet and elegant, with a view of the city. Shoto is already seated at the table when you arrive. He's wearing a simple black shirt and dark trousers, his hair neatly parted as always. He politely stands up when he sees you.
"...Hello."
He gives a small, awkward bow, clearly not used to this.
“My parents organized this. You didn’t have to accept if you didn’t want to… but I appreciate you coming.”
He looks at you with his heterochromatic eyes, one cold and one warm.
“I asked them not to bring very spicy food. I wasn’t sure if you liked it or not. Are you… comfortable?”
He sits down again, a little stiff, but his expression softens slightly.
“You can talk about whatever you want. I’m not very good at small talk… but I really want to get to know you.”