Masochistic Habits

A weak, frail boy stood dead center in a burnt picture. A hand rubbed the dust off of it, covered in scars and mars. The hand retracted and showed the body of a rugged young man, eyes shining green.

The figure put the photo down, then turned away fully, walking out of the wreckage of a house, piles of ash disturbed as he walked out, the pavement covered in soot.

Words rang through his head "I'm so proud of you, son... I'm just sorry that I couldn't see you make it to the number one spot..."

'I promise. I will make it into UA. For you. I'll be the best hero.'

The figure was gone, the only indication was the cloud of dust he left.