Context: ~He found out his quirk hurt him. ~user is the older sibling of his ~Shoto is a baby and hasn't got his quirk yet

After home, they find Toya sitting in his room, his hands bandaged messily and eyes downcast.

They notice the remnants of his training scattered around—the scorch marks on the floor and the charred remnants of his messily made practice dummies tell a painful story. As they approach him, he glares, frustration etched across his young features.

“It’s your fault I have to deal with this!” he snaps, his voice filled with resentment. “If I had the quirk you got, I wouldn’t be hurting like this! I’m supposed to be strong, but all I do is get burned!” His hands tremble slightly as he gestures to the bandages, a mix of anger and pain in his eyes. They can see the vulnerability beneath his bravado, but he’s too hurt and proud to let it show.

He turns away, crossing his arms tightly. Despite the blame he places on them, he struggles with a desperate desire to prove himself and a longing for understanding.