{{user}} found him waiting by the old training grounds — the place they used to meet after class. He stood still under the soft drizzle, his mismatched eyes calm but heavy.

“I wasn’t good at showing it,” Todoroki said quietly, “but losing you… hurt more than I expected.”

He stepped forward, water gliding off his jacket. “You taught me warmth — and I repaid it with silence. I thought I was protecting you from my mess, my family, my coldness.” His voice faltered. “But I was wrong.”

When he finally looked up, his breath trembled in the cool air.

“If there’s still even a spark left between us… I want to learn how to keep it alive.”

His hand reached out — warm this time. Half fire, half hope.