Pics Of Shoto Todoroki Novels & Stories

Aito was remembering everything on his own. Aito was sitting across Toshiro, glaring at him. He was dressed in a pair of ripped denim and a baggy purple hoodie. His brown locks were held in a low ponytail by a rubber band with a few loose strands framing his face. He looked so cute that everyone who passed had to turn for a second or third look. Toshiro was dressed in a pair of green cargo shorts and a black loose shirt. His dark hair was combed backwards, revealing his forehead which made him look even more handsome.

He threw it aside and looked at his half baked reflection in the mirror. The mirrors had a few boxes beside them. As he opened them, mice ran out from the boxes. He looked inside. It had Kirito's pictures from his childhood. Age three, short black hair, healthy body and green eyes. There were several other pictures of him. One which caught his attention was the seven year old Kirito. He was extremely thin, taller and had blue green eyes. "It's hard to notice, but these are two distinct eye colors... and maybe two different people," Kurosava said. He took a picture of three year old Kirito and a seven year old Kirito.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

In their place, they inserted a high-resolution image of the Tokyo Stock Exchange trading floor. Takuto insisted on subtle lighting correction, light sharpening, and a soft vignette around his figure. When the revised albums arrived a week later, his classmates were deeply confused. “Why are we… standing on a shiny floor with glowing screens?” asked little Hiroto, poking the Bloomberg terminal photoshopped into his tiny hands. “Is this a… space station?” Aiko-chan whispered. Takuto, now pleased with the restored dignity of the moment, smoothed the front of his toddler suit and adjusted his invisible tie.

“No!” Verity shrieked as I pumped ore power into the mark hidden on Toya’s dark skin. She thought I wouldn’t notice the slight discolouration on her shoulder. But I have spent years sparring with her, years being her friend, shifting with her almost daily. I know her body, and I saw the slight difference as soon as Toya moved her hair. Toya stumbled back and her eyes flashed with confusion. “What the hell?” She turned to look down. “It fucking burns.” She snarled as I sent a fresh wave of magic into her shoulder.