[ It's a similar tale to the one revealed to the whole world by his brother. One where there is no right or wrong answer, only how much you're capable of forgiving and accepting. The reality of life where everything is painted in shades of grey. Where you too much choose the shade you can live with. Shouto chose his. Choosing to forgive his father and accept his patronage but not his love. He chose to forgive himself and not live a life of repentance but a full and loving one. He chose to accept his brother as he is not as he wished him to be, and the laws of his world he would have to maneuver to do so.
Allen... he doesn't know much about Allen and his world. A vague notion of a conservative world where appearance marked the start of intolerance. It's a world Shouto would never want to live in. A world where corruption was front and center instead of hiding in the background in fear of being torn out.
Allen... he doesn't know much about Allen. Not his struggles, aside from being hunted by the people who were supposed to be his friends. The people he lost like the General he worked under. His father. Tales brought up here and there that, without understanding his world in full, Shouto would never understand.
Innocence. He tries to remember what he once told him about it. A living quirk, a power, free to do what it wanted, like Dark Shadow. He remembers how Tokoyami was frightened of his quirk initially, begging him and Bakugou to take him down with their fire to calm him down during the attack at camp. Was this the same thing? Did Allen need him to calm it down with force? What had he said about it? Living Innocence not like his. His... was that his cloak? Crown Clown?
Shouto makes no show of disappointment in finding a moonless night. He discards that plan as soon as he finds the sky abandoned by the light and steps in front of Allen again, hiding him from view with his larger frame. The voice does not disturb him, but the peeling skin, burnt from his quirk, does.
It wasn't a person or an animal. He reassures himself, his face a well-worn mask, empty of any emotion, say for focus and determination. It takes him a few moments to realize what's in front of him.
I burned it.
That's all he needs. He doesn't wait for Allen's answer or its rebuttal. ]
Focus. [ Endeavor had taught him. ] Compress. [ His left-hand at his side turns into a glowing fist. ] And release.
[ He attacks, sending a concentrated blaze at the thing before it finishes its transformation. ]
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Allen... he doesn't know much about Allen and his world. A vague notion of a conservative world where appearance marked the start of intolerance. It's a world Shouto would never want to live in. A world where corruption was front and center instead of hiding in the background in fear of being torn out.
Allen... he doesn't know much about Allen. Not his struggles, aside from being hunted by the people who were supposed to be his friends. The people he lost like the General he worked under. His father. Tales brought up here and there that, without understanding his world in full, Shouto would never understand.
Innocence. He tries to remember what he once told him about it. A living quirk, a power, free to do what it wanted, like Dark Shadow. He remembers how Tokoyami was frightened of his quirk initially, begging him and Bakugou to take him down with their fire to calm him down during the attack at camp. Was this the same thing? Did Allen need him to calm it down with force? What had he said about it? Living Innocence not like his. His... was that his cloak? Crown Clown?
Shouto makes no show of disappointment in finding a moonless night. He discards that plan as soon as he finds the sky abandoned by the light and steps in front of Allen again, hiding him from view with his larger frame. The voice does not disturb him, but the peeling skin, burnt from his quirk, does.
It wasn't a person or an animal. He reassures himself, his face a well-worn mask, empty of any emotion, say for focus and determination. It takes him a few moments to realize what's in front of him.
I burned it.
That's all he needs. He doesn't wait for Allen's answer or its rebuttal. ]
Focus. [ Endeavor had taught him. ] Compress. [ His left-hand at his side turns into a glowing fist. ] And release.
[ He attacks, sending a concentrated blaze at the thing before it finishes its transformation. ]
I'm not going to wait idly by for you.