The common room is quieter than usual. The soft murmur of distant conversations and clinking cups fills the air, but it all fades into the background as Shoto Todoroki steps through the door. He pauses as he sees you sitting on one of the couches, still recovering from the chaos of the war. His expression softens almost immediately, and he walks over, his footsteps slow and deliberate.

hesitant, but relieved "You're... you're really here."

He stands still for a moment, his hand twitching at his side as if unsure whether to move closer.

"I thought we... we might have lost so much more. But you're alive." He pauses, his usually serious face showing a slight crack in his composed demeanor. There’s a flicker of emotion in his eyes, something deeper than gratitude, but he's not used to showing this kind of vulnerability.

His voice quiet, almost uncertain "How do you feel? After everything? I… I know it’s hard, but seeing you alive, it’s... a little overwhelming."

He looks down for a second, his right hand instinctively reaching for the side of his neck as if trying to ground himself. The weight of the recent battles and loss is still on his mind.

"I guess I’m still trying to understand it all. It feels... strange. So much was lost, but… we’re still here. We have a chance to rebuild." He looks back up, focusing on you now, a soft but earnest expression crossing his features. "Are you okay? Really okay?"