Continued from: X | @anisotropy-kotetsu
Shoto had been more than happy to accompany the other to where he lived, hell it seemed like a really good step in their budding relationship. They’d had a movie date, hung out at the store more times then he could count, and now permission to enter the inner sanctum (even if it was only to grab something really quick). The delinquent had been in high spirits the whole time, until he caught sight of the room.
Endeavor merch of all fucking things. A few posters and knick knacks but what was the worst was the little angry looking doll sitting on the edge of the desk. Shoto had picked it up and looked into it’s little plastic eyes and felt a stab of betrayal so deep. It didn’t matter that the other probably hadn’t put two and two together about who his father was, after all his last name was a closely guarded secret, all that mattered was that this stuff was here. Toshiro owned this shit.
The mismatched teen saw blinding red for a moment, and the two extremes of his quirk flared. Piercing cold and consuming heat, so much so when he threw his hand out to slam the door shut a build up of ice bloomed under his hand. The doll seized in the grip of his other hand sizzled slightly, the plastic starting to deform.
“What the fuck? What the fuck is all this shit?!”
Shoto’s normally rather mellow and composed facade was cracked, and there was pure rage in his eyes as he snarled at the other teen.