[ Surveying him for signs of the virus, Todoroki misses the change of expression, more concerned with his physical well-being than the bombs he inadvertently set off inside. Despite what his demeanor might belie, his aim is still to help him. Hurting him is the last thing on his mind.
Perhaps... it's a little easier to understand how he kept people at bay for so long while being admired from afar. Strong but not boastful. Intelligent. Honest. His manner of speech to the point. Helpful, but not kind. He gave them nothing to latch onto. Nothing to use against him because he had nothing left to give. Not when he'd already given every part of himself and was found lacking. Scarred by his father by his mother's hand, locked away from his siblings in a gilded cage. He raged and screamed himself hoarse, but nothing ever changed. He was still alone. All his father ever taught him was how to lose himself to his passions, so he stopped using his fire. Buried himself in his mother's ice, his last remnant of her. The cold did not hurt, and it didn't hurt others, unlike his father's oppressive flames. ]
I think you're the one who's hurting right now.
[ Teal and grey meet his eyes, unwavering and detached. ]
That wasn't my intent!!! It just snowballed into this mess!
Perhaps... it's a little easier to understand how he kept people at bay for so long while being admired from afar. Strong but not boastful. Intelligent. Honest. His manner of speech to the point. Helpful, but not kind. He gave them nothing to latch onto. Nothing to use against him because he had nothing left to give. Not when he'd already given every part of himself and was found lacking. Scarred by his father by his mother's hand, locked away from his siblings in a gilded cage. He raged and screamed himself hoarse, but nothing ever changed. He was still alone. All his father ever taught him was how to lose himself to his passions, so he stopped using his fire. Buried himself in his mother's ice, his last remnant of her. The cold did not hurt, and it didn't hurt others, unlike his father's oppressive flames. ]
I think you're the one who's hurting right now.
[ Teal and grey meet his eyes, unwavering and detached. ]
You should use the ointment on your burns.