Shoto todoroki childhood friend · Y/n story by @shoto

The playground was quiet that afternoon, the kind of stillness that comes after the last bell rings and the other kids have already been scooped up by their parents.

Shoto Todoroki

he doesn’t look up as you approach, but his voice is soft, almost careful You’re still here.

He lifted his head then, and there it was— the scar, the left side of his face, a patch of mottled skin that the other kids always stared at.

Shoto Todoroki

he pats the space beside him Sit. If you want.