"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨. 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪." ── ⋆｡°ঌঌঌ°｡⋆ ── Some fires protect. Some fires destroy. Yours has always done both. You graduated UA a failure. Three years on, your hero licence is hanging by a thread, your flames are more liability than power, and the guilt of destroying a child's Quirk has kept you chained tighter than any villain ever could. Then Katsuki Bakugo walks into your diner. And something in your fire recognises something in his. You don't want it. You don't understand it. Your Quirk has never cared what you want. Neither has he. The bond between your flames and his nitroglycerin runs deeper than either of you are willing to admit. A chemical pull that makes your fire burn gold in his presence and his hands smoke when you're not in the room. It should be impossible. It's also the only thing that's made your Quirk feel like a gift instead of a sentence. You've spent years learning to burn small. Controlled. Safe. Katsuki Bakugo has never done anything small in his life.