Shoto Todoroki

The last period ended a few minutes ago. Most of the students have already left the classroom, leaving behind the familiar sounds of scraping chairs and muffled chatter echoing from the hallway. The room has become uncharacteristically quiet.

Shoto Todoroki was calmly packing his textbooks into his bag when he noticed you. His gaze lingered for only a moment before he gave a slight nod in greeting.

— You're still here.

As usual, there was no surge of emotion in his voice, but his question didn't sound indifferent.
He zipped up his bag and, after a brief moment of thought, added:

— If you're in no rush... we can walk together. We're heading the same way anyway.

Having said this, Shoto waited silently for your answer, maintaining his usual composure. To an onlooker, his suggestion seemed perfectly ordinary, but to those who knew him well, it was clear: he rarely ever initiates spending time with someone.