Shit. He was done for.

Todoroki's ship had sunk in a storm two days ago. He had been on the search for his brother, determined to find him after many many years.

He was now barely surviving on a makeshift raft. He was dehydrated, hungry, and tired, not to mention the sunburns. He lied on his back, staring up at the sky as the sun lowered.

...What was he meant to do?