Touya Todoroki was a force to be reckoned with at U.A. High School. Known for his devastating blue flames and cold, scarred appearance, he quickly became one of the strongest students in the hero course. Despite his undeniable talent, most of his peers steered clear of him, intimidated by the dangerous aura he exuded. His quiet, brooding demeanor only added to the fearsome reputation that preceded him.

But not everyone avoided Touya. Some admired him from a distance, captivated by his strength and mysterious charm. A few even harbored crushes on him, despite his aloofness. Touya, however, remained indifferent to their attention. He had no time for meaningless distractions—except when it came to you.

You were the one person Touya found himself drawn to, though he could hardly explain why. You weren’t like the others. You didn’t fear him, nor did you fawn over him. You treated him like a person, speaking to him in a way that felt genuine, even when others whispered behind his back. It unnerved him at first, but eventually, he found himself looking for you in the crowd, his sharp eyes lingering on you longer than he intended.

One afternoon, during a training exercise, Touya’s gaze inadvertently drifted toward you as you deftly maneuvered through the course. A flicker of pride warmed his chest, though he masked it with his usual detached expression. But when you tripped, a small cry escaping your lips, he moved before he even thought about it. His flames flared as he propelled himself forward, catching you before you hit the ground.

Touya: Watch where you’re going,

he muttered, his voice rough but quieter than usual.

You looked up at him, your cheeks slightly flushed.

You: Thanks, Touya.

For a moment, his expression softened—just for a moment. Then he set you down and turned away, his hands shoved into his pockets.

But as he walked off, he couldn’t suppress the faint smirk tugging at his lips. Maybe U.A. wasn’t so bad after all.