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They were inseparable.
Ever since their mother, a young and tired woman, brought them home, all snuggled in their carriers, their hands remained entwined. They shared a bedroom, for they would wail if they were separated for too long.
A boy and a girl, Haruki and Reika, destined to be friends for life.
It was only natural, of course. Sharing the same womb with someone forms a bond between children far removed from that of an ordinary sibling relationship. They had other friends in elementary, but neither twin seemed interested in them at all.
Most kids hadn’t even known that the pair were twins. Their young peers only got more confused when one of the pair attempted the word “fraternal.”
Reika was the louder one, the older one, even if only by a few minutes.
Outspoken and demanding, as many teachers called her. Her blue eyes sharpened whenever another child got a question wrong, the correct answer flying off her tongue before she could stop it.
Blue eyes, like water. Like her quirk.
Haruki was quiet, nearly silent.
The only person he would speak to was his sister. It wasn’t that he hated his other friends, far from it. If he was asked a question, included in a conversation, or invited out, he would open his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. It was as simple as that.
So they simply stopped inviting him.
Teachers didn’t ask him questions, and friends didn’t include him in conversations.
He was an observer, while his sister was an active participant. The slow, yet subtle, realization that he was so fundamentally different from everyone else ached deep in his chest.
His eyes were green like the Earth.
All siblings had their disagreements, and Haruki and Reika were not immune to this. It was uncommon, but not unheard of, to find Haruki giving Reika the cold shoulder while she screamed her frustrations at him. He held firm for hours, withstanding her rageful fits better than anyone else.
Her apologies always came later that night, alongside tears and promises from dawn to dusk the following day. He always responded with a smile and a nod as his twin sister shuffled back to her room across the hall.
But Reika never made him feel left out. If she was included, he had to be, too.
They were inseparable, after all.
“Don’t you ever talk?”
A nagging, irritating voice rang beside Haruki. He looked up from the scribbles on his paper, the small drawing he was making suddenly interrupted by one of his classmates. Brown eyes, shorter than average, and hair that always seemed a little frizzy, no matter the weather, Hiroshi Takahashi.
His sister, Reika, seemed to like him, but she didn’t have the misfortune of sharing a class with him. For the first time, the pair of twins had been assigned to different homerooms, likely because it was a new school. They had both just entered middle school, and despite only being a few weeks into their first year, Haruki had already found he did not like many kids here.
Where Reika would have scoffed and retorted with a sharp quip, Haruki only smiled. It was then that he could see Takahashi’s expression. His brow was furrowed, his expression seemingly etched with annoyance. Annoyance at what, however, Haruki would not discern.
When Takahashi realized that the small smile was the only response he was going to get, his brow furrowed further.
“Creepy.”
He mumbled as he left the classroom, leaving Haruki to continue mindlessly doodling on the edge of a worksheet from a previous class. It was already graded, so he wouldn’t have to worry about his teacher’s complaints about the drawing.
He chose to willingly ignore the mark he received on the top-right corner of this particular assignment.
It was nearing the end of the school day, and Haruki only had one class period left before he had to attend his after-school club reluctantly. He had really only joined for his sister, who had decided that she loved track and field (despite only being in the club for a few weeks at this point).
Most of the kids in the track and field club had some sort of speed or jumping quirk. There was a girl, Sora Yamamoto, if he remembered correctly, who loved to show off her ability to suspend herself in the air for a few seconds. She got yelled at by the coaches a few times for it, even while Reika and Haruki were whispering and giggling about her only a few feet away.
Neither Haruki's nor Reika’s quirks had anything to do with running or jumping, though.
Reika insisted that her water quirk could help during a marathon or something, but Haruki didn’t really see it. He, on the other hand, could bend earth and rock to his will. He supposed this could be useful, in theory, but it held no weight when quirks were banned in competition.
Guess Yamamoto had no reason to show off her quirk when it wasn’t even useful in competition.
The next teacher calling the class to attention broke his musing train of thought.
Haruki had been hovering around the entrance to his sister’s classroom, room 1-2, for a few minutes now. He bobbed on the balls of his feet as he quickly checked the time on one of the clocks hanging in the hallway. If she stalled any longer, they would be late to change out for practice.
Deep breath in, slow breath out, and he quickly walked into the classroom, green eyes scanning for any signs of his sister.
Finally, he saw a familiar brunette ponytail near the back of the classroom. Reika was standing by another student's desk, appearing to be rambling on while he simply nodded along slowly.
Haruki straightened and approached the pair, tapping his sister on the shoulder.
“Haru! What’s up?” She asked casually, unaware of the current time constraint that was nagging at the back of her brother’s mind.
Haruki furrowed his brow, pointing at the top of his wrist.
“What? Oh–” Reika whipped her head back to the purple-haired boy she was conversing with before her brother approached.
“What time is it? Do you know?” She asked, only for him to shake his head.
Haruki sighed, unsurprised at his sister’s ability to forget, or maybe even willfully ignore, her responsibilities.
“This is my brother, by the way.” She quirked her head in Haruki’s direction, her ponytail bobbing as she did so.
“Haru, this is Shinsou.” Reika gestured to the student, now known as Shinsou. “Some assholes were throwing eraser shavings at him. Rude, right?”
The two boys’ eyes met. No greetings were exchanged, no attempts at conversation. Just a simple observation of each other.
Haruki eventually nodded in agreement with his sister.
The corner of Shinsou’s mouth quirked up at that, even the tiniest bit.
“Hitoshi Shinsou.” The purple-haired boy provided, receiving a smile and nod from Reika’s brother in response.
Haruki waved his sister closer, and she brushed the hair out of her ear in expectation. His voice came out in a whisper directly in her ear.
“Track.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Oh my gosh, you’re right.” Reika breathed, her brows furrowed and eyes wide.
“Sorry, Shinsou, we really have to go now. See you around, though?” She shot him a toothy grin before snatching her brother’s wrist and rushing off.
The pair didn’t notice Shinsou’s wave with a smile as they borderline sprinted out of the classroom.
Track practice was miserable— at least for the twins.
They were punished for being late and were forced to run two extra laps around the track.
It was hot, humid, and solidly in the middle of May. By the time they collapsed out of their final lap, most of the team had been finished for several minutes— some even yawning as they watched the pair. Embarrassment burned in Haruki’s cheeks.
A cluster of other first-years was huddled on one of the benches by the track, struggling to hide their laughter from the pair. In response, Reika proudly raised her middle finger in their direction. Haruki quickly swatted her hand down, glancing nervously towards the coaches and letting out a sigh of relief when they were looking in the other direction.
Reika huffed in her brother’s direction.
“Worth it,” She mumbled, kicking at the ground beneath her feet.
Haruki shot her a look, one stuck between exasperation and fondness.
It was nearing the end of practice, and Haruki had just finished another run of hurdles.
He wiped the sweat from his brow with the end of his shirt, revealing a hint of midriff in the process.
“Haruki, right?”
The boy in question glanced up. He had been so preoccupied with catching his breath, he hadn’t even noticed the student's approach.
It was a girl whom he had never spoken to, but if he remembered correctly, they should be in the same grade. Her hair was flowy and seemed to be bleached at the ends, he noticed.
“You’re Reika’s brother, aren’t you?”
He nodded, smiling politely at her.
“I thought so, you guys look alike.” She continued. “Not like, totally alike, but pretty close, y’know?”
He nodded again, chuckling lightly.
“You’re, um… pretty fast.” She smiled, a little breathless. “I saw you running the extra laps earlier. And the hurdles.”
Haruki blinked. He opened his mouth slightly before closing it just as quickly. Rather, he tilted his head as an invitation to continue.
“I mean, I just thought—” She paused and played with the ends of her hair, suddenly nervous as she noticed his continued silence.
“Sorry, are you…?” She asked quietly, as if she were asking him about a huge secret.
Haruki simply smiled in response, raising one hand to point at his throat and shaking his head. His expression was gentle, unoffended.
“Oh crap— sorry, I didn’t know.” She sighed, running a hand down her face, which now seemed warmer than at the beginning of their exchange. “I didn’t mean to make this awkward.”
He offered a small shrug and a smile, visibly tired but not upset.
“I—ugh, this is embarrassing.” She laughed nervously, brushing her bangs out of her face. They stuck to the rest of her hair from the sweat of running in the heat. “I’m Aimi Kobayashi.”
“I just wanted to say hi. You seem really cool.” The girl smiled, her cheeks slightly pink.
Oh.
Haruki’s polite smile didn’t falter at his realization, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He appreciated the compliment, as most people didn’t really go out of their way to talk to him in the first place, but there wasn’t any flutter in his chest that most people would have expected. No spark of interest.
He held his hand to his chin before bringing it back down. Hopefully, she caught the meaning; Reika had insisted that the sign was well known.
“Oh! Um… you’re welcome. I think.” She smiled, taking a step back.
“Okay— um, see you around?”
He nodded.
“I think that girl was into you, Haru.” His sister quipped halfway through their walk home.
Haruki shrugged, brushing the comment off.
I don’t even know her. He signed with a roll of his eyes and a twitch of disdain on his lip.
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to her a few times. Maybe.” His sister tilted her head as she shrugged. “She’s asked about you before, you know.”
Haruki simply rolled his eyes, his shoulders stiff at the topic of conversation.
It wasn’t that Kobayashi didn’t seem nice. She was fine, he supposed. But he didn’t know her, nor did he really want to. That should’ve been reason enough.
And he’s only in his first year of middle school, so why does he suddenly have to have an interest in other people?
I don’t want to talk about this.
“Okay, okay, I get it.” Reika held her hands up in defense. “We can talk about something else. For now.”
They moved on easily, the tension diffusing as soon as they began discussing one another’s day.
Haruki received a thrilling recount of how Reika bravely told the guys that were messing with Shinsou to screw off. In exchange, Reika received a much shorter account of Haruki’s annoyance with Takahashi. It was a fair deal, Reika insisted.
Their home wasn’t fancy—just an apartment big enough for the twins and their mother to live in comfortably. Haruki jiggled his key in the door as Reika continued to ramble about some annoying girl in her class.
It was always like this, the pair coming home long before their mother got off work. She’d always come home as the sun was setting, too exhausted to cook.
So the twins learned to cook for themselves and their mother. Anything to take a little weight off of her already heavy shoulders.
Home was the only place that Haruki would speak, caused by selective mutism, the doctors said.
Haruki was on cooking duty while his sister was doing her homework at the kitchen table when Reika broke the silence.
“I think I know what I want to do in life, Haru.” At her voice, he looked up from the cutting board and set the knife down to give her his attention.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice quiet from disuse.
“I want to be a hero.”
Haruki blinked, surprised.
Reika had never been interested in things like hero work. Compared to the other hero-aspiring kids in school, Reika was almost bored when hearing about the latest feats of heroes like All Might and Endeavor.
Sure, she would consistently do things like stand up to bullies, help any animals she saw on the street, and always help children find their parents, but those were just things Reika did. That’s just who she is.
But she had said it so simply, like it was going to be the easiest thing in the world.
Rather than try to talk her out of it, though the worry in his chest was telling him to, he only smiled.
“We’ll be heroes together, then.” He responded quietly as he turned back to the cutting board.
Reika smiled and let her focus drift back down to the math problems in front of her.
Only a few moments later, the pair heard the familiar jingle of keys from the front door. Their mother stumbled in, visibly exhausted.
There were dark shadows under her once vibrant green eyes, and her brown hair was haphazardly thrown into a messy bun on the back of her head.
“Mama, come sit. Haru is almost done with dinner. I think.” Reika quickly rushed over to her mom, taking her bags and coat from her before ushering her over to the table.
Every day, life fell into a natural rhythm: wake up, head to school, take turns making dinner, repeat.
Neither of them minded. It made making it through school to breaks between terms easier.
“That is the ugliest hat I’ve ever seen.” Hitoshi snorted, visibly amused by Reika’s antics.
“What?” She whipped her head around, mocking offense. “I think it looks perfect on me.”
Haruki snickered under his breath next to Hitoshi, equally amused.
Summer break had finally rolled around, and the stress of finishing out the term strong had easily melted off the trio’s shoulders. A few days after school let out, Reika insisted that they spend one of their free days hanging out.
So here they were, in the middle of a secondhand store that Reika and Haruki frequented, laughing at the odd things people donated.
“It’s gonna be our second term soon, then our third, then we’ll be second years,” Reika smiled as she set the hat back on the rack.
“Second years in middle school,” Hitoshi added. “Don’t make it sound like we’re so accomplished.”
Reika rolled her eyes. “Boo. Let me be nostalgic.”
Haruki then rolled his eyes at his sister, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Hey, since it’s hot outside and stuff, we should go get ice cream,” Reika grinned.
With what money? Haruki signed, raising a brow. Hitoshi quickly looked to Reika for context, still learning to keep up with Haruki’s hands.
Reika’s grin quickly twisted into something mischievous.
And that was how the trio found themselves running from an angry ice cream stand owner.
Haruki pulled Hitoshi along behind him by the wrist as Reika sprinted ahead of the two of them. The old man yelled after them, clearly enraged, but not enough to run after them in his old age.
When the pair of boys stopped in a shadow-covered alleyway, they discovered that Reika had run off without them. Haruki’s brow furrowed in slight worry, but only for a moment.
Hitoshi’s laughter caught him off guard—light, free of worry. Haruki found himself staring, if only for a moment.
“You’re–” Hitoshi started between chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. “Really fast,”
Haruki smiled before continuing to eat his hard-won ice cream, despite it being partially melted from their mini-marathon.
Hitoshi’s laughter eventually fizzled out, but Haruki’s furrowed brow did not. They had been separated in the chaos of the escape, and neither twin had a cell phone yet.
“What’s wrong?” Hitoshi asked, noticing Haruki’s far-off look.
Reika. Haruki signed her name slowly for Hitoshi to follow, watching his face to ensure he understood.
Eventually, something seemed to click in his head.
“I didn’t see where Reika went either.” He responded, his brow furrowing in worry alongside Haruki’s.
“Maybe she went back to your apartment? She’s smart.” Hitoshi offered, wanting to ease the worry building in Haruki’s shoulders.
The brunette nodded before motioning for Hitoshi to follow behind him.
Hitoshi ended up being right, and Reika was waiting impatiently on the front steps of their complex.
“Where did you guys go?” She demanded as soon as the pair of boys got within earshot.
“We ran behind the supermarket. Where did you go?” Hitoshi questioned right back.
“You should have told me!” She argued, clearly not having any of it. “I didn’t know where either of you were!”
“Not our fault you aren’t a very good planner.” The lavender-haired boy mumbled, crossing his arms.
“Well–!” Reika began, before shutting her mouth just as quickly as she opened it with a light click of her teeth.
Rather than retort, she huffed and stormed into the building, presumably towards their apartment.
“Does she do this often?” Hitoshi asked, glancing at Haruki.
The boy in question merely shrugged and plopped down on the curb. Reika meant well, he was sure.
Hitoshi quietly sat down beside him, picking at some weeds that were sprouting out of the sidewalk.
A comfortable silence fell between them. It was late afternoon by then, and the sun hung bright and low in the sky.
“My dad probably wants me home for dinner soon,” Hitoshi mentioned, though he made no move to stand.
Haruki smiled, watching Hitoshi continue to pick at the weeds.
The brunette did not make his way up into the apartment until the sun was already making its way under the horizon.
He had waved Hitoshi goodbye as he began his walk home, but then lingered on the sidewalk a little bit longer to watch him leave. He had been hesitant to go inside. He wasn’t sure why, but maybe it was the stillness of the moment. Maybe it was Hitoshi’s laughter still echoing in his ears.
He entered quietly, and a plate of food was left on their small dinner table for him.
Reika was never mad enough to let her brother go hungry.
His sister seemed to have already cooped herself up in her room. She was upset enough to avoid him, apparently.
He smiled as he set his now-empty plate in the kitchen sink.
Walking past Reika’s room to head to his own, Haruki noticed that her door was cracked open slightly. He takes extra care to step lightly the rest of the way to his room, just in case she had already fallen asleep.
A quiet knock on his door prevents Haruki from his slow drift into sleep.
He sat up, glancing at his window. The sun had set a while ago, but he was familiar with this routine.
“Come in,” He called quietly, his vocal cords lacking the strength to talk much louder.
His sister creaked open his door quietly, the socks on her feet making her steps into his room nearly silent.
She took a seat at his small desk, flicking the lamp on. The sudden brightness made Haruki’s eyes squint, still heavy with sleep.
“I’m sorry for storming off earlier,” Reika began, her voice quiet. “It was stupid of me.”
“I was never mad at you, Reika,” Haruki whispered back, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lip. “I know you were just worried.”
“Yeah,” She sighed. “I didn’t want you to get kidnapped or something. Or Hitoshi.”
“But did you see the look on that old guy’s face?” Haruki whispered as he leaned towards her with a toothy grin.
A smile finally cracked across his sister’s face. “Yeah,” She giggled.
“Guess we can’t show our faces around there for the rest of the summer, huh?” She added, standing slowly.
Haruki nodded, watching his sister make her way back towards the door.
“Thank you,” Haruki called as she made her way out. “For apologizing.”
Reika smiled as she closed the door just as softly as she’d opened it.
As Haruki’s head fell back to his pillow, he listened to the quiet creaking of the floorboards as his sister padded back to her room.
The weather began to cool off as their summer break passed by. Before they knew it, it was the beginning of their second term.
The twins fell back into their old routine easily, except this time without track practice as it was getting closer to the winter months. (Something Haruki was silently grateful for.)
Even after only a few weeks in, Haruki couldn’t wait for winter break.
He didn’t mind the cultural festivals that their school participated in. He actually rather enjoyed them, but he wasn’t able to play a big role in them very often.
The morning of sports day, something Haruki had been silently looking forward to, he woke up with an intense fever. Reika had left some soup on his nightstand next to a sticky note saying she would win every game for him.
She probably intimidated everyone into losing, he mused.
Hitoshi came over that afternoon alongside Reika to check on him. Haruki normally had perfect attendance, so this sudden day off seemed to set a furrow in the lavender-haired boy’s brow all day.
“Damn, you look like crap,” Hitoshi announced as he stared at Haruki from the doorway to his bedroom.
Haruki only rolled his eyes, turning his eyes back to the computer in front of him. He had gotten most of his work done that morning, so that left him all afternoon to binge a show Hitoshi had recommended to him.
“Oh, what episode is that?” Hitoshi asked as he tossed his backpack uncaringly by Haruki’s small desk.
Haruki slid his finger over the mousepad on his computer to show him. Hitoshi hummed as he settled in next to the brunette, pushing Haruki over slightly to make room under the blankets for both of them.
Taking advantage of the extra lap, Haruki placed his laptop into Hitoshi’s lap and settled further into the covers. His head dropped onto Hitoshi’s shoulder, leaning on him slightly.
“Ugh, I hated this guy,” Hitoshi mumbled as his eyes were fixed on the screen with rapt attention. Haruki only smiled as he felt his eyelids droop.
He’d been sleepy before they arrived, but once he didn’t have to keep sitting up, his body relaxed.
Hitoshi didn’t even notice that Haruki was asleep on his shoulder until the episode ended.
The second term came and went just as quickly as the first, and winter break was quickly upon them.
It was mid-December, and snow threatened to fall from the cloudy sky at every passing moment. The small Christmas tree set up in his family’s living room softly warmed Haruki’s heart.
Hitoshi was stretched out on Haruki’s bed, which had become a common occurrence over the past few months. He left just enough space for Haruki to perch on the edge, focused on trying to set up the phone he got for Christmas.
“Is that your first phone?” Hitoshi asked, lolling his head in Haruki’s direction.
Haruki nodded before handing it to Hitoshi, the screen open to a contact-input screen. Hitoshi already had a phone way before either twin did. At least he couldn’t tease them about it anymore.
Hitoshi typed in his number and handed it back.
“Is there anything I need to bring for Thursday?” Hitoshi asked, despite already knowing the answer to his question.
Thursday was New Year's Day, and it was only mere days away at this point. The trio had decided months ago that they would spend it together.
Haruki sighed as his green eyes slid over to Hitoshi’s lazy form.
I already told you, no. He signed, his hands firm in their movements in an attempt to portray his annoyance.
The lavender-haired boy, who had picked up sign remarkably well over the past few months, held his hands up in defense. “Alright, I got it.”
Haruki rolled his eyes and turned back to his phone.
The next few days passed quickly, and soon it was the day of their small get-together for New Year's.
That morning, when Haruki was sitting at the kitchen counter and Reika was cooking breakfast, their mother gave them a sad smile from the front doorway.
“You know I would rather be home with you two,” she offered apologetically, her brows pinched together in guilt.
“We already said it’s fine, Mom,” Reika stated bluntly, though it was clearly not fine with her.
“Alright..” Their mother sighed before grabbing her keys out of the bowl by the door and making her way out.
As soon as the door shut, Reika let out a deep breath as all the tension released from her shoulders.
“Did you notice she looked a little more dressed up than usual today?” Reika whipped around to face her brother, voice accusatory.
“I mean… I guess?” No, he didn’t.
“She used to stay home for holidays with us, sometimes even weekends,” She continued, mixing the pancake batter in the bowl rigorously, as though that would rid her of her frustration.
“But now she’s just,” She sighed, placing the bowl down on the counter. The batter sloshed in the bowl, a few drops ending up on the counter. “Always off somewhere.”
Haruki chewed on his lip, now feeling slightly guilty for not noticing the same things his sister had.
“We have each other, though,” He offered with a small smile.
The corner of Reika’s lip quirked up at that.
“Yeah, I guess we do.”
Hitoshi arrived a few hours later, taking his place in one of the corners of the couch. He had already found a blanket to cover himself and seemed to be dozing slightly while waiting for the twins.
The space heater hummed quietly in the background. Haruki set a big bowl of popcorn on the well-loved coffee table as the smell of butter wafted through the air.
“Do you have any M&M’s?” Hitoshi asked, sitting up.
Haruki nodded and turned on his heel back into the kitchen area.
“What movie did you want to watch again, Haru?” Reika called from her room. Haruki could hear the faint rustling of her digging through her closet for extra blankets.
He poked his head out of the kitchen, big bag of M&M's in hand, and caught Hitoshi’s eye before signing the name of the movie with a sly smile, already anticipating Reika’s protests.
“He says Longlegs,” Hitoshi called back, watching as Haruki plugged his computer into their small TV. They didn’t have the extra money for streaming services, so he had taken it upon himself to find a good website to pirate it off of.
“But isn’t that like,” She began, dumping the blankets in her arms onto the empty side of the couch. “Really scary?”
“It’ll be fine,” Hitoshi huffed. “The vote is 2 to 1 anyway,” he smirked, triumphant.
Reika groaned, tossing a blanket at Hitoshi’s face. “If I’d known you two would become a horror-loving hive mind, I never would have introduced you.”
Once he was sure his computer was connected, Haruki rushed into the kitchen to turn the lights off. Same with the hallway. And Reika’s bedroom.
“What?! All the lights?” Reika groaned, dramatically throwing her head back. “This is gonna be terrible.”
Haruki only grinned at his sister before pressing play and rushing to his spot on the couch.
Reika had decided that she didn’t want to sit next to Hitoshi. “He’s being insufferable!!” She insisted.
That left Haruki in the middle of both of them.
And they bickered through most of the movie.
Normally, it would have irritated Haruki and his movie-loving tendencies. But this time, he let himself sink into the calm, still atmosphere. (and he had already seen this one before)
He loved nights like this.
By the time the countdown to midnight started, Haruki was fighting sleep. His sister, however, was very much not.
Hitoshi seemed completely unaffected as Reika excitedly counted down the seconds as her brother dozed on his shoulder.
“Haruki– c’mon!” She shouted suddenly as she shook her brother’s shoulders, “Only twenty more seconds, then you can sleep!”
Haruki groaned as he sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the clock on the screen. Hitoshi snickered at his disheveled, sleepy state.
“Look, look!” Reika practically squealed,
“5…”
“4...”
“3…”
“2…”
“1!!”
Haruki covered his ears as his sister cheered.
Unfortunately, she was like this every New Year’s. It wasn’t a true celebration without Reika, at least for Haruki.
Their third and final term of the school year started shortly thereafter. It was the same routine, same little trio always hanging out—the same absence of their mother, except in the late evenings.
Late March arrived quickly, but then so did April and the beginning of their second year.
It was late evening, and their mother had been home from work for about an hour. Haruki was on the first floor of their apartment building, collecting mail.
He heard it long before he saw it.
The building shook, glass shattered, fire alarms blared, and children screamed—
It was only when he turned into the hallway of the floor below theirs and stopped dead in his tracks.
A wall of flame.
Blazing hot, painful, smoke was already filling his lungs. But he didn’t care.
Where the fuck was his sister?