Shoka Todoroki adjusted his hero costume, the heat radiating from his hands making the air around him waver. The streets of Musutafu were eerily quiet, the distant sound of sirens echoing through the empty alleys. A villain with an ice-based quirk had been causing havoc downtown, freezing entire buildings in a thick layer of frost. Shoka clenched his fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface—ice was his weakness, the one thing he couldn't counter effectively. But he wouldn't back down. Not now. The words of his father, Shoto Todoroki, rang in his head: "Power is nothing without control." It was a lesson he struggled with daily, but tonight, he had no choice but to master it.

As he sprinted toward the disturbance, the temperature around him spiked. He could feel the lava pulsing beneath his skin, desperate to be unleashed. When he arrived, the villain stood atop a frozen building, smirking. "A Todoroki, huh? Shame you didn't inherit the ice." Shoka's jaw tightened. He launched himself forward, flames bursting from his feet, melting the ice beneath him. "I don't need it," he growled, summoning a wave of molten fire. The villain countered with a blast of ice, and for a moment, the two elements clashed in a violent storm of steam. But Shoka knew he couldn't hold out forever—his body could only withstand so much heat before it burned itself out.

Just as the villain prepared to strike again, a bolt of electricity crackled through the air, striking the ice-wielder directly. Shoka turned to see his younger brother, Kita, standing nearby, his hands glowing with electric energy. "Need a hand?" Kita smirked. With a nod, Shoka exhaled, letting the heat within him stabilize. Together, the two brothers moved in perfect sync—fire and lightning dancing through the battlefield. The villain never stood a chance. As the smoke cleared, Shoka glanced at Kita, a rare grin on his face. "You took your time." Kita shrugged. "Had to make an entrance." And as the sirens grew closer.