A Moment changed

I Met her

At that moment. I thought for sure I would die.

My flames would not smother, the drive to be at my full potential burned more than the flames of hell.

But in just a moment I tripped. I felt the pain of the ground pound into my back, as I let out a gasp. All the oxygen I held was quickly taken, yet still, I kept falling, rolling down the steep hill with scraps and rocks embedding into my inflamed skin till finally relief came from the riverbank.

The cool water stunk my skin, painful, yet I didn't care, I felt relief that I no longer was falling. My flames had gone out of control, more than I could have ever handled. How was I supposed to stop that? If it had gone any longer, I would have surely been ash. But at that moment, I didn't think too much about that; just for now I laid there my body ached but most of all I wanted to cry, cry more than I had, cry in defeat...Just cry.

Not from the pain but from failing as Endeavor's son.

It felt like forever till I decided to sit up. My head pounded; my vision was so distorted. I would have thought I was blind. How the world kept going yet I felt so still. For a few minutes, I just wanted to just sit there and not think. Thinking hurts. Thinking just brought memories.

Still, they invaded as I thought about my father. My father who didn't come.... Why? I had asked him to come to see me in action here. I wanted to show what I could do. It would have been amazing. If he had just come, I would have shown just how powerful my flames were. Even compared to his, he would have been so amazed at how powerful I was. That he could see I was so close to being what he wanted.

"Ack" I cried some as I forced myself to my feet my palms ached feeling the ground as small rocks pressed into my skin wanting to breakthrough. "Dammit all," I said horse as I clenched my chest with a shaky hand that still felt so warm.

With a painful turn of my head, I looked around to see how far I was from my training spot, but in doing so I could see the minor damage that had been caused. In my fall I had put out my own flames, however, not letting what could have been a disastrous forest fire take place.

What a shame I could have died and that would have been that. Father would have gotten what he wished. It pained me to think that was what he desired. Intrusive thoughts made me believe my father no longer loved me because of how broken I was. Were they right? Nothing ever told me they weren't wrong.

All I wanted was for him to see me as worthy.

With a painful sigh, I got up. Nothing here was too bad so I could just go home. However, I looked at my arm and saw how bad I got scaped up, not even mentioning the burns that needed treatment. I don't want mother to just give another reason why I should give up, she doesn't get it. To be powerful a little pain must happen. The look in her eyes makes me sick....... Why do they all see me like that?

I can see the look in my head. Those eyes that show a form of pity, was it also resentment? Maybe expectations to fail. If they saw how I looked then it would prove to them why they should look at me the same as before.

No, I can't let them see this.

Gritting my teeth, I suppressed the rage that bubbled. I was in too much pain to be this mad, I just swallowed it and let my shoulders slump. One way or another I'll find a new solution; I'll confront father tomorrow and maybe I'll get an answer to why he didn't come.

I took a step forward only to feel a weight in my chest.

Wait.... Maybe he'll just ignore me again... Go to Shouto.... His new starlight. The one to surpass All Might.

I felt my hands ball into a fist. I pressed forward not letting these thoughts invade.

All I have to do is to treat my wounds on my own, I could easily hide my arms. but my face I'm sure was harmed in the crossfire. I'll go to the store and get a first aid kit and treat myself back here. Perfect. I m not expected home till dinner so there is time for me to do all this.