Salt & Lime (слэш)

His eyes trace the ballroom; taking in the sight of coworkers- former teachers- allies and friends-
-only to find one body, one solitary person remaining at a table on the opposite end of the hall; deliberately placed away from everyone, as far from the dancing as one can be, the two-toned hair of Shouto Todoroki sticking out like a sore thumb even in the low light.
He doesn’t mean to make a big deal of it, honestly, doesn’t mean anything by it at all; but suddenly, looking at him and his soft face and his wide, eager eyes, the abrupt, unexplainable urge to go to him is so strong that his chest burns from the inside out.
-And fuck, he must be getting soft, because before he can change his mind or give anyone a chance to stop him, he grabs his beer, refastens his jacket (like a class-fuckin’-act), and makes his way over to the the solitary body at the empty table across the hall.
“What ya doing over here, halfie?" He asks.