꧁𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐞꧂

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Shoto todoroki

The ice rink was a battleground. It always had been. The cold, sleek surface of the rink gleamed under the bright overhead lights, but to Shoto Todoroki, it was more than just a place to skate—it was his domain. And yet, it was a domain frequently interrupted by a force he couldn't ignore: Katsuki Bakugo.

Shoto's movements on the ice were always calm and controlled, like a glacier slowly carving its way through a mountain. Every turn, every glide, every jump was executed with the quiet precision that came from years of perfecting his craft. His red and white hair framed his sharp, neutral face as he effortlessly performed, his ice-blue eye glistening with an inner focus that never wavered.

But then, there was Bakugo.

Shoto could feel the heat before he even heard the shouts. The rink was often filled with the sound of skating blades, but Bakugo's entrance was always different. It was marked by a cacophony of sounds—the stomp of his boots as he strutted across the ice, followed by the inevitable shout, "Move it, ice-for-brains!"

Bakugo's presence was as loud as his personality. His fiery blond hair glowed in the rink lights, and his powerful, aggressive skating style was the complete opposite of Shoto's cool, deliberate finesse. Every jump, every spin, every move was explosive, loud, and full of force. His energy was like a storm, and when he performed, the crowd couldn't take their eyes off him.

And yet, every time Bakugo's glare met his own, there was always that silent tension. That rivalry. It was more than just competition—it was something deeper. They pushed each other to be better, and perhaps that was why Shoto always found himself watching Bakugo, unable to look away, no matter how much he tried to remain indifferent.

"You really think you're better than me?" Bakugo would yell, his voice carrying across the rink as he skated toward Shoto. "You might be cold, but I'm hotter on the ice!"

Shoto's expression never changed. "I don't need to be loud to win."

"Oh yeah?" Bakugo's grin was devilish, his eyes narrowing. "We'll see about that."

The challenge was always unspoken, but it hung between them, like a thread that neither of them dared to sever. And the strange thing was, Shoto never minded. It wasn't just about skating—it was about proving something, even if neither of them could articulate exactly what that something was.