a dusty spectacle

Right, continuation of me posting some of the fics I've written. This one's for Big Hero 6. It was supposed to be Hidashi, but I can't make it work, so it turned into a quasi-platonic thing.

You can read it in AO3 here.

life and death （焼死）

Hiro woke up with a strangled scream. He had a nightmare, although he couldn’t exactly remember what it was. All he could remember was the feeling of heat, licking on his skin as it devoured him. Hiro was screaming from the pain, how it burned. He remembered how painful screaming was too, as smoke and soot and ash choked his throat.

“Hey, you okay?” The voice made Hiro’s blood run cold. It shouldn’t have, because it was just Tadashi, and as he looked at his brother, face etched with worry (it was one of Hiro’s earliest memories, really, seeing worry on his brother’s face), he remembered his nightmare again.

Hiro was screaming, but it wasn’t his voice. It was Tadashi’s.