“Well, I’ll handle that Honoou” Arashi got close to the raging flames, he managed to get the flames to settle down, leaving only baby flames, by just placing his hand over it. Something Arashi could do ever since he was 8 or 9. “There, that settles it! It’s better than getting in trouble isn’t it?”
The young man only left a tiny smile then a few seconds later, he pulled out some melon bread and unwrapped it from it’s plastic. “So… don’t tell anyone about this, alright?”
⌈ ほのお ⌋—-

He gasped, quite amazed by his friend’s unique ability. He had only seen this for the first time, which was now, and he still can’t help staring back at him when the flames began to die down into smaller ones.
“You never told me you can do that!” He sounded exasperated, his tone an unfamiliar blend of shock and anger that still lingered even after he ate half of the melon bread. “Do you know how many troubles you can save me?”
But he shook his head, not letting his friend answer as he interjected more. “But never mind that! That was awesome!”
“It’s alright. Just don’t do it again.” Arashi didn’t mind it at all. He’s actually pretty chill. Besides, Honoou did...
⌈ ほのお ⌋—- He grimaced, feeling a little bit apologetic for accusing him and placing the blame on him earlier. Honō would...