You can’t fight fire with fire without burning everything to ashes.
It’s the dead of the night.
Yes he shouldn’t be doing this.
But there has been this sudden urge, having the youngest Todoroki restless and on his feet before he can even think about it twice. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t want to think about this, has tired to hold off on it for too long and that is essentially how he finds himself, putting on some slippers before he peeks out of the door to his hospital room, left, right, no one there, shit how does he even find the right door?
Thankfully the station is not too big, he does remember his friends saying that he was on the same floor, the same hallway even a couple rooms from his own if Shoto remembers correctly. Well, everyone should be asleep, right? As long as he doesn’t run into anyone no one should be bothered? He can only hope that to be true. The first door is not the right one, thankfully everyone inside is asleep so he is not forced to explain himself. He closes it silently, turns towards the next one, opens it carefully, more asleep faces but not the one he’s looking for.
What is he even going to say if someone sees him? Not like he can say anything at all. His throat is still sore, voice still mostly gone and more than just little rasps won’t come out but the doctor said his throat was going to be fine. The fire had not done much harm, even with the inhuman temperatures his skin wasn’t even singed, raw yes, like a sunburn maybe, he’s never had a sunburn before. But what damaged him was the heat of the air he breathed in, his insides much more vulnerable to divert temperatures than his skin.
For some miracle reason Shoto does not encounter any nurses or other patients, how he managed to do that would be beyond him but there is no time for him to ponder about it. The third door leads to the room he had been wanting to find. He slips inside, unprompted, not even sure if the occupant of the single bed is conscious in the first place. He would mutter a greeting but..
