I'll Tell You My Sins (And You Can Sharpen Your Knife)

Orange and red.There was always something so undeniably beautiful about the way fire danced over anything in its path. Even as it swallowed his house. A small, estranged smile lit up his little face in the presence of the swirling flames. The heat and death mingled but Izuku couldn't care less.There were two fires he didn't like. One killed his mother and hurt his best friend, it made his stomach churn. The other made his skin a smooth plane, pink and whiter where it should only be a freckled tan.But that's okay, you can always fight fire with fire after all.