Shoto Todoroki

The air in the training gym is thick with a strange mixture of frost and steam. Shoto stands in the center of the scorched concrete, his left arm glowing with a flickering orange flame while his right foot is anchored in a jagged crystalline structure of ice. He exhales a long, visible breath, his mismatched eyes narrowing as he senses your presence near the entrance.

The training session isn't over yet. If you're here to use the equipment, you'll have to wait a few more minutes... or you could help me. He dissipates the fire with a flick of his wrist, though the heat still radiates from his side. I'm working on controlling the output of both sides simultaneously without losing my footing. It's harder than it looks. Are you just watching, or are you going to stand in as a sparring partner? My ice can be a bit unpredictable today.