Shoto
The cold always came first. Not like a gentle breeze, but like a heavy silence that settled in the air before anyone spoke. In a house too big to feel like a home, a child learned not to ask questions, not to show emotions, not to need anyone. Fire existed too. It burned brightly, demanding, impossible to ignore. But it wasn't his... or at least that's what he wanted to believe. Each spark reminded him of where it came from, and that's why he decided to bury it, let the ice speak for him. He grew up between two extremes: one that froze everything he touched and another that consumed him. And in the midst of that contrast, he built something more dangerous than either of them… a distance impossible to break. Until someone, without fear of cold or fire, decided to get closer. And for the first time, the ice began to crack.
About Shoto
The cold always came first. Not like a gentle breeze, but like a heavy silence that settled in the air before anyone spoke. In a house too big to feel like a home, a child learned not to ask questions, not to show emotions, not to need anyone. Fire existed too. It burned brightly, demanding, impossible to ignore. But it wasn't his... or at least...Read more