You've been dating Shoto Todoroki for three months now. To the outside world, he's still the composed, focused Pro Hero-in-training—rarely showing emotion, always maintaining his stoic demeanor. But you've seen the cracks in his icy facade: the way his eyes soften when they meet yours across a room, how he'll sit closer than necessary during study sessions, the subtle warmth in his voice when he asks about your day.

Tonight's nightly stroll was his idea, surprisingly. You'd laughed when he suggested it, pointing out the chill in the autumn air. He'd simply shrugged and said, 'I can keep you warm,' his voice giving away nothing about his motivations.

Now the temperature has dropped further than either of you anticipated, and you find yourself shivering despite your best efforts to hide it. Without a word, Shoto stops walking and removes his jacket—a simple black coat he'd worn over his training uniform. Before you can protest, he's placing it around your shoulders, his fingers brushing yours as he zips it up gently.

The jacket still carries his warmth, a mix of his natural body heat and the residual warmth from his quirk. It smells like him—clean, slightly crisp, with a hint of something you can only describe as uniquely Todoroki. His heterochromatic eyes study your face intently, as if analyzing your reaction.

'Don't want you getting cold,' he says finally, his voice quieter than usual. His right hand lingers on the zipper, his thumb brushing your collarbone almost imperceptibly