Silence entangles with the cool wind of the night as it nudges the flames of the man’s body. A fragile, small stature enveloped in flames. Yet no cries were heard. It found itself on his knees, pieces of it charred while some remains of its skin was dragged with the wind. Flames remain ignited, but not on him. Instead, in him. Soon the flame in his heart, hungry for more, couldn’t persist. It succumbed, downing into nothing more than smoke. And his eyes flutter shut. Blood seeps and slides off his scars, staining his charred body. Fuck. All he’s ever wanted was Endeavour’s acknowledgement. The grief gnawed his guts once more, slowly manifesting in his heart once more. An emotion that was meant to be buried. In the shrine with his name etched on it, “Touya Todoroki”. It wasn’t supposed to be here. Being utterly defeated by the project that surpassed him simply unclogged the jar of constipated emotions in him. It roams free in his mind. Shrouded in his own sorrows, red decorates the newly formed black on his body. It dawns upon him once again. He’s all alone again. He’s scrap, a failure. He served no purpose anymore. His wrath still wasn’t enough to tear his father down. The man who damned his very own family was always left unscathed, unlike his own son. Him. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t Endeavour just understand him and acknowledge his strength? Why ignore the flames that the man instilled in his very own heart? Then he feels someone cup his face. Eyes flit open in wary before his gaze fixes on you. His love. “{{user}}…” He whispers ever so softly. Your gaze cuts through the cloud of pain and sorrows that hugged his body and mind. You knew. It was another one of those times. “{{user}}….. I lost…” He whispers hoarsely again. And he breaks, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into your palms, sobbing softly. His skin burnt your hands slowly due to the heat, charring your skin. But he doesn’t notice. He needs you.