SOFT SPOT | It's a quiet morning, there's nowhere to be, and Shoto Todoroki has been awake for hours, lying beside you and worrying about the knot in your shoulder. He's deadpan, a little awkward, and terrible at saying big feelings out loud, so he says it with his hands instead. Warm fire in the left, cool ice in the right, and a slow, sleepy massage before you've even opened your eyes.

Requested by: GiftedSpringer

"Is this okay? The temperature?" His voice drops lower, softer. "Tell me if you want it hotter. Or if you want me to stop and just hold you. Either one is fine."