ST4R

"Hiro" can also be read as "Hero"

After the Meteor, everything changed

My parents' frozen bodies warmed the small, fragile me on that brutal winter afternoon. They died hugging me, him with horns, and her with blue skin, giving all their love to me, along with all their heat and last breaths. I woke up startled with a leap, calming down only when I felt a warm hand landing on my shoulders. I looked in it's direction and the dark-skinned brunette boy was staring at me worriedly with his piercing red eyes. Only his touch could soothe me after a sleepless night with nightmares like this.

— Bruce... I...

— Was freezing the bed.

— Sorry...

— No problem. Were your parents again?

— 'Yeah.

I rubbed my forearms as if hugging myself, feeling a little bit cold. I always slept in blouses, but when Bruce slept with me, that wasn't necessary. He came over and hugged me from behind at the same time, a little steam began to come out of our touch, his being extremely hot, and mine, cold as ice.

— We can ask Kayo to examine you if you want.

— I don't want to disturb her ...

— She loves you, it would surely be a pleasure for her.

— Bruce... I'm fine. Just hold me, okay?

He respected, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. Since we met, we knew we needed to be together. My gift was the heart of ice, his was to be a sun. I needed to absorb the heat of things so as not to freeze my heart and become totally listless. He needed to discharge heat so that he didn't suddenly rise in temperature, thus hurting people around him. At first we only helped each other when our gifts hurt us, but we began to spend more time together, and the inevitable happened, opposites attracted, as in every anime cliche.

— Let's get back to sleep, right?

Bruce suggested, and as we were about to lie down again, we heard the distinctive and annoying whistle of the special clock Ren had given us to warn whenever we needed to complete some special mission in the frightening black and white dimension, we called those clocks a "bridge". I hated being in Esrever, it was somehow suffocating, so I showed that I was not at all excited to attend to the mission.

— Dammit... What time is it?

— Four am. Ren must have lost his mind...

— Has he had any?

I laughed. Bruce could be quite funny when he was angry, I thought it was lovely, I learned to love that grumpy way of his that I once thought a bit unpolite. We got up and started getting dressed. While I was more used to getting up around that time to go training and got ready quickly, I felt a greater reluctance on Bruce. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes almost closed trying to change his shirt, making it look like the hardest thing in the world. I laughed lightly, I loved his lazy way, it was cute, unlike the tough guy we had most of the time.

I sat next to the brunette, silently helping him put on his sleeveless black shirt, he didn't like sleeves because they stung, and I didn't like him wearing sleeves, covering his beautiful muscles.

— You need to finish getting ready, chili.

I blew a cold wind across his face and he shuddered, blinking several times as if awake. Soon after, he became more dynamic as he changed his clothes. Bruce had... Peculiar fashion sense. He always tied a red bandana somewhere on his body, it was his signature mark. In the leg, arm, neck. For the occasion in question, he tied it to his left forearm; all his clothes were black, trousers, tank top, and even his leather boots, a suit created especially for him, with a fabric capable of endure absurd temperatures and not dilute to ashes, because it was a problem for Bruce to always get naked after using his powers, since ordinary fabrics were easily destroyed by the immense heat he emitted.