Shoto Todoroki

Sero leaned back against the park bench, eyes closed, feeling the winter sun on his face. Beside him, Todoroki sat with a small thermos, pouring warm tea into a shared cup. A gentle breeze tousled Sero’s hair, and Todoroki reached out to smooth it absentmindedly. Birds chirped overhead as they sat in peaceful silence, shoulders brushing. Sero smiled softly, his hand finding Todoroki’s. Fingers intertwined, steady and calm. No words were needed—just warmth, in quiet stillness.