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Back again with another AI generated short clip based on my description of Falling Like the Snow!

[How it works : I ask AI to write a chapter based on the description of my book, then copy it over to here]

**Title: A Shadow's Flame**

In the quiet expanses of the Todoroki estate, shadows ran thick and deep, creeping across the green lawns and meticulously trimmed hedges like memories better left unseen. Among these shadows lingered a figure who had spent his life in the quiet corners of his own home, often unnoticed. Shimo Todoroki, the fifth child of Endeavor, maybe loved in secret—maybe even hated more openly—was but a whisper in a storm of flames.

Shimo was mute, his voice stolen by the crushing weight of his father's expectations and disdain. He bore the burden of his status as the forgotten son. While Shoto basked in their father’s pride and attention, Shimo remained in the dark, often overlooked by Endeavor, who had set the bar high for his children. There was a warmth that enveloped Shoto, a gleam in his father’s eye that Shimo could only witness from the sidelines. It was both a puzzle and a pain—his twin brother, simply by being himself, received all the love Shimo longed for.

Touya bore his own burdens, wrestling with his father’s obsession with producing the perfect successor. Together, he and Shimo found solace in each other’s company, bonding over their shared disdain for their father’s oppressive ambitions. When they would steal away to the gardens, nestled far from the oppressive echoes of the house, they became their true selves—untamed and free.

But the morning of Shimo’s twelfth birthday changed everything, igniting a long-buried storm.

The sun rose lazily that day, casting a golden hue across the garden where Shimo sat, sketching absentmindedly. In his imagination, he captured the world as he saw it—the palette vibrant and alive, unfettered by the restraints of his home. But the moment he felt a flicker erupt within him—a warmth that burned bright and unfettered—everything shifted.

It began as a small flame, dancing at his fingertips. Shimo watched, enthralled and terrified. As it grew, tendrils of fire licked upwards, and he understood: this was his quirk. The once-muted boy felt alive for the first time. But real terror sank in as he realized the weight of his father’s legacy. The unwelcome pressure to ascend a throne of fire that belonged to others began to stifle him.

Moments later, Touya caught sight of Shimo’s awakening. “You… You can control fire?” His voice mingled with disbelief, but there was an undercurrent of fear. Shimo nodded, trying to stifle the fear of what this power might mean. Would he finally matter? Would Endeavor finally see him?

But as the day progressed, news of his quirk reached Endeavor. There was no compassion, no pride, only mounting fury. Tormented by visions of failure and disappointment, Endeavor stormed into the garden, face clouded with their family’s legacy burdened upon him.

“Why?” he shouted, his voice like thunder. “You can’t even speak! What use is your power? You’ll never be as good as Shoto!” His words cut through Shimo like a dagger, the weight of rejection shrouding him once more. The flames faded, smothered by the ocean of despair that confronted him.

In that moment, a crack split open in Shimo’s heart—years of silence and neglect finally boiled over. Pure, unyielding rage ignited within him, the heat radiating outward in furious waves. But instead of control, chaos erupted. Fire twisted and turned, arrows of flame seeking something to strike.

Endeavor recoiled as the window pane shattered, sending shards glimmering like dangerous stars through the air. “Shimo! Stop!” he yelled, but the warning came too late. The flames instinctively lunged towards each corner of the garden, a reflection of everything pent up inside.

Touya, throwing himself into the chaos, shielded Shimo with a furious determination. “Stop! You're not alone! We can control this together!” In that fused moment, the bond of their childhood sparked like static in the air; Touya didn’t care if their father berated them for failing to obey him. In that moment, they were just brothers.

However, the flames began to die out as quickly as they had risen. With a heave, Shimo turned to his brother, tears spilling down his face. “I wanted to be loved.” His voice came out like a whisper, a long-buried truth finally escaping. The love he craved, the connection he yearned for—it all felt too far away.

Touya wrapped his arm around Shimo’s shoulders. “You are loved. Not just by me, but by all of us—we’re family.” And for the first time, Shimo felt it; a flicker of hope igniting once again deep in his heart.

Fire may have run through his veins and shadows might envelop him, but perhaps, in the end, love could bridge the unyielding divide forged by his father’s expectations. And as they stood amidst the scattered glass and charred earth, Shimo found the warmth of those flames would never truly die—it would grow, uncontained and wild, fueled by the promise of kinship and the emergence of a brotherhood that transcended silence.

The memory of a forbidden flame flickered anew. For in unity, they would forge a path far brighter than any flame alone could ever hope to reach.

[Not sure how to react to it, so- think it isn't as good as mine tho]