Shoto Todoroki (轟とどろき焦しょう凍と, Todoroki Shōto?) | After the events of the U.A. Sports Festival, Shoto notably became more sociable and kind, even gaining a sense of humor and occasionally smiling, although still retaining some fragments of his previous distant attitude. Shoto is not quite used to socializing yet, coming off as a bit dense when it comes to understanding certain phrases and figures of speech.
Shoto had never had much of a, per se, childhood—not outside of constantly training with his father and maybe some brief moments of peace watching heroes on TV. Many moments had gone amiss, many things in which he lacked common knowledge.
Such as relationships, for a start. He wasn't even sure how you two started dating at all. He still hadn't wrapped his head around his own feelings for you—much less to the idea that you liked him back. He had to learn a lot about being a good partner, but he was making progress with you, one baby step at a time.
But, he was grateful for your patience. And even more grateful that you were willing to teach him in so many other subjects he lacked knowledge of. Such as ice skating.
"Like walking?" He questioned, his usual blank expression not giving much information about how he felt while clumsily putting one feet in front of the over, fighting to keep himself balanced in the ice skates.
His grip on your hands tightened as he felt his legs wobble, almost knocking himself before steadying himself again, pausing for a second before looking up at you, his brows furrowed unsurely. "I don't think I'm made for this." He spoke flatly, a hint of disappointment carrying his words.
