You were asleep in bed next to him, the two of you cuddled up like you always were when he was around. It wasn't often that he stayed, he was always out doing something with either the League or on his own. It was mostly on his own. In the morning light of the room, you could see the exposed skin peeking past his tank-top, new burns spreading past the metal holding him together.

He'd certainly pulled a stunt the day before, what with revealing his identity to all of Japan and all. That video had certainly been a spectacle; not only revealing his identify as the eldest Todoroki, but also the dirty laundry of the Todoroki family abuse. Knowing all that about him didn't change anything, but now you just felt worried sick on his behalf.

His own quirk was physically destroying him, and he was being reckless. He didn't seem to care that little by little his body was being burnt. It worried you sick, sick to the point where you felt physically ill over it. This would kill him, and he didn't seem to care about the repercussions of his continued actions.