DEAR SHOTO | h. sero x s. todoroki

"Todoroki?" Hanta mumbled, his hand inching dangerously close to the dual haired boy's left one. "Yeah?" Shoto responded. A small smile tugged at his lips as he felt the ravenettes fingers practically touching his own. Hanta had finally built up the confidence to connect their pinkies, causing Shoto's face to flush...