If one wants to walk on water, they must freeze it first. It’s been generations since that’s been an impossible task; now it’s just an impressive one—a testament of strength, or a party trick to wow your friends.
He ignores the benches provided in favour of the raw edge of the beach park pier; his legs are draped over the side, the colour of his baggy uniform pants barely distinguishable from the sea. His hands clutch the wood beneath him, curling into the plank’s underside—until he outstretches his right arm, straightens his hand and angles it to the correct degree.
All his cold finds his fingertips, before centering at his palm. He releases a casual breath, then gets onto his feet again. Solid water moats the pier, its measurements controlled and exact; it almost appears part of the original architecture. It only took him an instant to build.
His eyes scan to the lapping ocean. The sun is beginning to meet it; he ought to go home soon. If he left it there, how long will it take to melt? Could anything caught—fish and other creatures—survive that? He lifts his left hand. Instead of uncoiling his fingers, though, they remain a firm fist.
He’s not the only one who can walk on water, if freezing’s all it requires. He may, though, be the only one who can return it to its natural state, once done.
If he does, though, he wins. He raises a leg, hands a foot in the salty air. He’d want to walk on water but can only through him, and he won’t allow that—he’s half of him and doesn’t deserve to be. He doesn’t need to be, either. He’s split in two and whole enough already.
His arm flops to his side, his foot finds wood again. Scoffing, he pivots on his heels and walks towards the sand, leaving the moat as is.
Without Shoto, Enji would drown.
CRYSTAL SEAS (inspired by boku no hero academia) / s.l.
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