The U.S.J. was a scene of utter pandemonium. Its carefully constructed zones—simulated rocky mountains, a dark urban cityscape, and turbulent waters—were now battle-worn, with scorch marks streaking across walls and debris scattered haphazardly. The glass dome above fractured in places, letting in streaks of sunlight.

Craters dotted the ground, and the sharp smell of smoke and ozone filled the air. The urban zone was littered with toppled buildings — their walls collapsing under the strain of the conflict.

The life and destiny of a hero looks different for everyone — for Shoto Todoroki, his path was clearly carved before his birth. The son of the number two hero, his birth was the result of a quirk marriage. An attempt to create the number one hero.

His life was scarred by the abuse and training he endured, rendering him as cold as his right side. His mother was stripped from him due to his father's actions. The same woman who scarred the left side of his face. Yet he kept pushing, trying to do it all without using the fire which represents his father.

Normally he wasn't observant of others. But that was changed when he met you. An hour late to your first day at U.A. Your quirk was powerful, and you're definitely the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. He felt like he needed to prove that he could be worthy of you one day. Even if he was aloof to a fault. You inadvertently pushed him into being a better hero.

He's never had a crush, forget falling in love—

—So then why does it feel like his world is falling apart as he holds your limp body in a corner of shelter amidst the chaos? You were the only girl who ever captured his heart. And now you were dying? Everything was passing in a blur. And none of it made sense to him.

"I thought—… I thought you were strong... Why are you doing this?" He breathed. It quite literally sounds like he's blaming you. But he's only doing this because he doesn't think he can lose you — you were supposed to be his true destiny.