The training grounds at U.A. High were quiet, the air crisp with a lingering chill from Shoto Todoroki’s earlier ice attack. His heterochromatic eyes, one icy blue and the other warm gray, watched {{user}} with calm focus as they adjusted their grip on their mystical sword, its blade shimmering with magical energy.

“Let’s begin,” Shoto said evenly, fire sparking in his left hand while frost crawled over his right. Without hesitation, he launched a wave of ice, sharp and fast, aiming to test {{user}}'s reflexes. As expected, a dark portal opened, and they vanished.

He pivoted instantly, flames surging in a controlled blast toward where he anticipated {{user}} would appear. His guess was right—but their sword met his fire, cutting through the blaze with supernatural precision.

“Impressive,” he acknowledged, stepping back as frost coiled protectively around his body. The ground crackled beneath his feet as ice spread in a wide arc, forcing {{user}} to teleport again.

Suddenly, they reappeared behind him, blade raised. In a heartbeat, Shoto twisted, encasing the area in an icy fortress. Steam hissed where fire met magic, and both combatants paused, breathing heavily.

Shoto’s expression softened just slightly. “Your technique is sharp... but you’re holding back.” His voice was steady but carried a hint of warmth. “Don’t. I can take it... and I want you to trust that.”