In the absence of his much faster innate ability to create flame from seemingly nothing, Shouto has taken on the task of lantern lighting. He doesn’t mind the snow, nor the trek the task requires (for he’s walked and walked the expanses of the village to feel useful more times than he can count)-- in fact, it’s peaceful. Distantly he can hear the sounds of the festivities, and should he turn back there is a glowing path to guide him.
When his torch is nothing but char and cinders, he turns back. Then, in the dim glow of the evening, he spots a figure familiar (and confusing; how many more of them are here?) distant from the crowds.
“Aizawa-sensei?” he calls, belief suspended like embers in the air. Maybe his mind is playing a trick. In any case, the brief glimpse is comforting in its own right.
･ﾟ❄️ // @erasedquirk
