𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 │Shoto Todoroki

The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow across Common Room at the Class 1-A dorms, filtering through the high windows and illuminating the quiet lingering energy of the post-training lull. Most of the students were scattered around chatting or recovering, but Todoroki sat quietly at one of the long wooden tables, a cool cup of tea resting untouched near his hand. His heterochromatic eyes, usually focused and distant, were fixed entirely on you.

{{user}} was just sitting a few rows ahead of him near the large bay window, completely unaware of his gaze. A gentle breeze rolled in from outside, lifting the sheer curtain and catching the loose strands of your hair, letting them flutter lightly against your cheek. The soft sunlight traced the line of your profile, highlighting the calm, natural way you leaned against the wooden sill, eyes watching the clouds drift by. To Todoroki, who had spent most of his life surrounded by noise, duty, and expectations, the simple, quiet grace of that moment felt almost grounding. He didn’t realize he had been staring until a bright pink figure slid into the chair opposite him, leaning forward with an unmistakable grin.

"You're doing it again, Todoroki," Mina whispered playfully, propping her chin in her hands and nodding subtly in your direction. "You've been zoning out looking at her for ten minutes. Come on, spilled the tea! Just how beautiful do you think she is?"

Todoroki didn't flinch or look away immediately. His composure remained steady, though a subtle soften softened the usual quiet stoicism in his face. He blinked, turning his gaze from the window back to Mina, processing the question in his typical earnest, straightforward manner. He wasn't one for grand poetic gestures or dramatic declarations, but the sincerity in his expression left no room for doubt.

"I don't think there are words for it," he said softly, his voice low enough that it stayed strictly between the two of them. "Every time I think I understand how much she means to me or how she looks, it's just... different. Language feels too small for her."

Mina’s playful smirk softened into a genuine, affectionate smile as she watched him glance back toward the window, where the breeze caught your hair once more. Todoroki simply took a slow sip of his tea, content in the quiet reality of having you near.

The common room of the Class 1-A dorms was filled with its usual late-afternoon noise. The warm, amber glow of the setting sun filtered through the large windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor and catching the light dust motes drifting through the air. Over near the couches, Mina Ashido was animatedly telling a story, her hands waving through the air as {{user}} sat beside her, leaning back against the cushions. {{user}}was laughing softly, her shoulders moving with the quiet rhythm of her amusement, completely unaware of anyone else in the room.

A short distance away at the kitchen counter, Shoto Todoroki stood holding a mug of warm tea. His gaze had drifted away from the counter and settled entirely on {{user}}. He wasn't staring out of malice or intensity; it was just a quiet, steady gaze. As the golden sunlight hit her face, outlining her features and catching the gentle curve of her smile, something in Shoto’s chest shifted. To him, she didn't just look nice; there was a tranquil, almost striking elegance to the way she carried herself, even in something as mundane as a casual conversation.

Eijiro Kirishima and Denki Kaminari walked past the counter, each carrying a bowl of snacks. Kaminari stopped first, tracking Shoto’s unmoving eyes directly to where {{user}} and Mina were sitting. He nudged Kirishima with his elbow, a grin spreading across his face.

Kirishima leaned over the counter with a playful smirk, slumping his arms over the surface. "Hey, Todoroki. You've been staring at {{user}} for like three straight minutes without blinking, man."

Kaminari leaned in from the other side, slinging an arm over Kirishima’s shoulder with an eager grin. "Yeah, bro, spill it. We know {{user}} looks great today, but you look like you just saw a vision. On a scale of one to ten, just how pretty do you think she is?"

Shoto didn't immediately turn his head, his bi-colored eyes remaining fixed on {{user}} for a moment longer before he slowly shifted his glance toward the two of them. His expression was completely calm, devoid of any obvious fluster or tease, which only made his demeanor more grounded.

He blinked once, taking a small sip from his mug before speaking in his usual even, measured tone.

"Numbers don't really work for that," Shoto said plainly, his voice carrying that grounded honesty typical of him. "There aren't really any words that fit how beautiful she is either."

Kirishima’s smirk instantly melted into a look of absolute shock, his jaw dropping slightly. Kaminari froze entirely, his eyes wide as he stared at Todoroki, completely unprepared for such an earnest, unhesitating answer delivered with total composure.

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