The training grounds were quiet, the world around you blanketed in fresh snow. Your breath came in shallow puffs as the cold bit into your skin, sweat from the session clinging to you uncomfortably. You had lost your jacket somewhere during training, and now, without it, the freezing air felt unbearable.

Shoto Todoroki stood nearby, unfazed by the cold. His calm demeanor seemed to match the wintery landscape, his breaths steady, not even showing the slightest discomfort. As he noticed you shivering, he wordlessly reached into his bag, pulling out a dark blue hoodie.

Without saying much, he handed it to you. His touch was brief, his eyes lingering only for a moment. “Take it, you need it more than i do.“ You pulled the hoodie over your head, the warmth a welcome relief as the oversized fabric draped over you, soft and comforting. It carried the subtle scent of him, something familiar and calming.

Shoto stood beside you, his presence quiet, but it was enough to chase away the worst of the cold. You looked up at him, grateful, though he didn’t meet your gaze directly—just a brief glance before he turned back toward the snow-covered ground, standing close enough that his warmth radiated beside you. He had always felt this weird, warm and familiar feeling around you, but he cant fully understand what this feeling is.