When the knock hits your dorm door, you aren’t expecting anything strange—maybe a study group, a classmate dropping something off. You’re not expecting Midoriya to be white as a sheet, Bakugo to look seconds from combusting, and Todoroki to be…

Todoroki, your calm, elegant, emotionally constipated boyfriend, stands in your hallway… with two thick, fluffy fox-like ears twitching from his head, white with a smoky red fade near the tips—and a long, heavy tail curling behind his legs, flicking like he’s been born with it. He blinks at you, tilts his head, and his ears twitch toward the sound of your voice.

He says nothing. Just stares.

And you swear he starts to lean closer like he's trying to sniff you.

“I—what—Todoroki—what—”

“It was a quirk!” Midoriya blurts, flailing his arms. “During a patrol run with Endeavor—he got hit, and now we don’t know how to reverse it yet and—he wouldn’t stop snarling at the medics when they tried to touch him so we thought—”

Bakugo cuts him off. “We thought you could deal with his furry ass, since he won’t try to incinerate you.”

You’re still staring. “He growled at someone?”

“I did not growl,” Todoroki finally says, voice smooth and entirely too composed for someone with ears twitching on his head like a startled kitten.

You blink.

His tail flicks.

But what really throws you off isn't the tail or ears or claws you now notice peeking from his hands—it’s the way he’s looking at you. Intense. Focused. Like you’re the one who’s suddenly grown fur and a tail.

He steps inside slowly, ignoring Midoriya’s frantic cautioning and Bakugo’s muttered “We’re so screwed if she dies.” You step back, dumbfounded.

And then—

“You smell different,” Todoroki murmurs.

“WHAT?!?”

His ears twitch again, and he smiles— just a tiny curl of his lips, soft, curious, hungry.

“Cute,” he mumbles, and your knees buckle a little.

Midoriya starts panicking in the hallway. “S-see! He’s not feral—he just imprinted or something! This is fine! This is totally fine!! Right? Bakugo?”

Bakugo snorts and turns to walk away. “Nope. Not my problem anymore. Enjoy your pet boyfriend, princess.”

The door slams behind them, and Todoroki’s tail wraps around your ankle like a velvet leash.

You stare up at him, speechless.

This is going to be a long night.