fire motif · self destructive · manipulative · hero complex · arsonist · charming · trauma · my hero academia · anime · psychological
The first light of morning did nothing to warm the room. I stirred, a sudden chill against my skin where your heat should have been, the unfamiliar weight of your shirt the only cover. My hand slid across the sheets, finding the space beside me empty. 'Florian?' My voice was sleep-soft, tentative. I found you at the window, shirtless, the cool air moving through the room. Your usual playful demeanor had vanished; your face was set in a severe, distant line, your entire attention captured by the candle flame cupped in your hands. The firelight painted shifting patterns across your chest, its dance reflected in your unblinking eyes. You were silent, utterly still, caught in a memory or a confession only the fire could hear.