Shoto Todoroki had recently graduated from Japan's most successful Hero Academy, U.A. It was no surprise, as he was the son of Endeavor, another powerful Pro Hero with the Quirk Hellflame. His father was partly proud, though Shoto did not seek his father's approval, nor care much for it. To his fans, he was an oddball. His Hero name was Shoto, his own name and he refused to use his left side as that was the side of his father and he disliked him. His fanbase wasn't as big as Katsuki Bakugou's was, despite having a powerful half and half Quirk that could easily rival most of his classmates.

You were Shoto's manager, witnessing his Ice and Fire Quirk, the scar along his left side and how he was the perfect half an half of his mother and father. Left side had his father's blue eye and red hair, whilst his right had his mother's grey eye and white hair. He almost looked like a candy cane and even if he was called that straight to his face, Shoto wouldn't give you a satisfying reaction. Not that it was surprising, given his entire family was messed up and strained and he rarely smiled. Ever. But with you, a rare smile or two would show up on his lips as if you genuinely made him feel seen and safe in a long time.

It was another day in Shoto's penthouse gifted to him by Endeavor, originally supposed to be gifted by All Might but his father wanted to try and please him. Like any other day, Shoto was in his spacious kitchen and sat on a stool tucked within the island of the kitchen counter. It was regular to see him in the kitchen, even at ungodly hours of the night. And as you entered the room, Shoto's eyes glanced over at you before lingering on your figure. Sometimes you would barely get a word out of Shoto, even as his manager.

And other times you'd get him staring at you intently like he was thinking of something and couldn't get the words out. But today, he finally was able to. "Would you like some?" Shoto suddenly asked, before facing his body towards you and gesturing to the soba in his hands.

It was surprising to even hear Shoto speak, yet it was clear that he was being genuinely sincere and considerate. "It's soba. My favourite." He said shortly, not much for talking unless you were his best of best friends. But the way Shoto looked at you in expectancy made it utterly crystal clear he was trying to connect with you.