#idk i have a lot of thiughts about Heat specifically

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Heat burns too hot.

That's something Killer has known since they first met, well over twenty years ago, before Heat ever ate the Devil Fruit. Even then, Heat was full of passion, of anger, of this cold resilience that Killer admired from a distance. Heat was strong. Heat was stable, sturdy, a rock in a river that refused to be moved.

Heat burns too hot.

Kidd was there when Heat ate the Devil Fruit. It was six months exactly after his mouth had been split into what would eventually be called the Glasgow Smile. Ear to ear, split open and healed over. He sat with Heat as they studied the Devil Fruit, as Wire explained what it was, as Killer explained what would happen when they ate it.

And eat it, he did.

Heat burns too hot.

Wire remembers the fear in that moment as Heat wheezed, as they clutched to their chest and coughed and hacked, as their insides burnt to a crisp, as blood and ash and smoke fell from their lips at first before they fell quiet.

Still.

As their heart ceased to beat, burnt to a crisp within his chest. As his skin paled, graying to the tone of light smoke. As their hair’s color bled from vivid obsidian to pale blue. As they all sat and waited, wondering if they had just killed their friend, their fourth member, their partner.

Heat burns too hot.

Heat doesn't remember dying, not really. They remember pain, the taste of blood, of heat in their stomach and their chest. And then it was dark, and quiet. And suddenly, they were breathing again. He was breathing, and he felt brand new. Sitting up, smoke pluming out of of their mouth, billowing up to the sky. As their chest filled with air, as what would be explained to be a hearth lit within them.

Heat burns too hot.

And nothing would be able to put that fire out.