[He retorts, challenging him, some of his fire calmed and softened by the affectionate way Shouto bumps his shoulder. He stares at him quietly, forgetting to insist that he lead until they're sitting and he's looking at his skates. He hates having to withdraw his hand, but... they're probably going to have to do a lot of hand-holding soon. He sucks at skating.]
Not really. [He smirks.] Is it similar to how I'm resistant to my own explosions, but I'll still burn my hand if I play with fire too much? Except you're just fucking clumsy on other ice?
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[He retorts, challenging him, some of his fire calmed and softened by the affectionate way Shouto bumps his shoulder. He stares at him quietly, forgetting to insist that he lead until they're sitting and he's looking at his skates. He hates having to withdraw his hand, but... they're probably going to have to do a lot of hand-holding soon. He sucks at skating.]
Not really. [He smirks.] Is it similar to how I'm resistant to my own explosions, but I'll still burn my hand if I play with fire too much? Except you're just fucking clumsy on other ice?