PH Shoto Todoroki

You wait to cross the street, keeping your eyes on the pedestrian crossing light. When it changes, signaling for you to cross the street, you continue your walk home. You don't notice the truck barreling towards you, attempting to run the traffic light, until you hear the blare of the horn. By then, it's too late to react. You're frozen, squeezing your eyes shut. Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted and carried. You instinctively cling to the person