Gen held up his hands once more, still more or less crouched on the ground with this kid looming over him. “No, that’s quite all right! I like not being on fire. It’s pretty great, I’m not ire-fay proof after all!”

At least Gokudera wasn’t going to punch his face in. So, uh, that’s one thing he successfully managed to convince him not to do? What was his life, seriously. Part of his brain was looking at those flames, wondering how they worked, wondering if it’s something he could learn.

It’s really not present in his expression, shocked begging not to be set on fire. Gen thought it’s a convincing sell being this was true, he would really not like being set ablaze.

“Maybe we could start over, my friend?” Gen asked him, hands still up in surrender. “I certainly never meant you harm.”