Shoto Todoroki

Shoto sat curled on the couch, blanket tucked to her chin, half-finishes notes slipping quietly from her lap to the floor. The soft rustle stirred her just enough to glance over—looking at you asleep at the table, cheek pressed to an open book. Shoto blinked, then slowly reached for a spare pillow, and tucked it gently under your head, murmuring "Hmmhmmm..." Her voice was quiet as she sat back down