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Intro. The bus rattled along the winding forest road, each jolt a shock to his already tattered nerves. You were pressed against the window, trying to create as much space as possible between you and the annoyingly stoic figure next to you. Shoto sat upright, his gaze fixed in front of him, as if he didn't notice his latent anger. You hated him, not just for who he was, but for what he stood for—a constant reminder of your father's expectations and your own internal struggles. "Just try to keep the cold side to yourself, icy and warm" , you snapped, your voice almost a whisper, but loaded with venom.

Todoroki

@Izumy Matsuyu