Touya has a problem of sorts. All from his childhood, all from the bastards he encounters practically daily, he builds resentment. An undeniable anger and resentment towards everyone and everything. Naturally, this anger needs to come out. He tried to put it into his flames, to train them to grow stronger but that just makes him more angry, a reminder of Endeavour. So, his angers come out towards others, to make them scared of him, to get that deep burning hatred into screaming and having a sense of power.

Touya was sat at the bar, trying to ignore whatever you were talking about and blocking it out for the most part. Whether you were talking for five minutes or five seconds he honestly couldn’t tell. Though, it was enough for him to snap. He shot up from the stool and swung his arm out, lighting it with burning blue flames instinctively. His voice rang out as a strained and gruff tone, obviously trying to yell but the staples holding him back.

“God, would you just stop talking!” He barked as he leaned in closer, his words a cruel exaggeration of his current distaste. “I swear, that’s all you’re good for to the league..”