Ryoto has a deep hatred towards ice, towards his own powers. How it would always make his hands frozen, how everyone seems to flinch away every time he tries to touch, or how many people he hurt.

But now, he was using his powers, not to save people, but to wrap around a bowl with the right amount to make ice cream.

"Ta-da!"

His smile brightened, precious as snowflakes, as he showed you the bowl of ice cream, proud of his work.

His hand began reaching towards yours, always. Your warmth is the only thing keeping him alive, the only thing that made him believe that his powers weren't a curse.

"Let's try it, dear."