In the days following the intimacy of your proclamations, things had been better. Todoroki was slowly opening up. Chipping away at his cold indifference was a herculean task, but you always liked a challenge.
Constant praises to him, genuine praises, warmed him all over.
And sometimes too much, he started smoking. To this you said that he was smoking hot, causing him to burst into flames.
It seemed your gentle breeze calmed his raging hurricane.
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The Book for Weebs
FanfictionEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
