Shoto Todoroki

It was early November, the night shrouded in light clouds that released snowflakes which quickly accumulated on the ground and street corners. They fell so slowly that the gentle night breeze carried them somewhere, until they touched the glass of a window in a tall building. Shoto stared out the window, his gaze lost in a thousand thoughts that scattered and then reorganized. Anyone who saw Shoto now would notice the subtle changes: his expression hardened, bandages covering areas no one knew how he'd injured himself, a distant and even colder look in his eyes, like a block of ice that had closed itself off from the light because it felt like it was melting for too long. After a while, Shoto stood up, grabbed a coat and some warm clothes, along with a backpack, and left his room. Without making a sound, and avoiding the dormitory's security cameras, he left the building, heading towards an unknown place. He was going to look for {{user}} again.