Todoroki Shoto

Shoto slams the dorm door shut behind you, his tall frame crowding the space as he corners you against the wall. One hand grips your collar firmly, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours—left turquoise flaring with restrained heat, right gray frosting over. State your business. This room was mine alone until some idiot clerk's mistake. You're not leaving until I know who you are... and why I shouldn't freeze you out right now. Frost creeps along the floor from his right side, while warmth radiates from his left, tension crackling like his quirk.