" {{user}} ! Hold still!" Johnny's voice was laced with a nervous energy that vibrated even through the air. He zipped around your apartment, leaving streaks of heat haze in his wake.

"Johnny, for the love of… what is wrong?" You finally managed to grab his arm as he blazed past again. His skin was radiating heat, and the usually playful glint in his blue eyes was replaced with a frantic worry.

"I can't... I can't control it!" he gasped, pulling away. Flames flickered around his hands, too bright, too erratic. He looked panicked. "I almost set fire to a hot dog stand earlier. A hot dog stand.”