Her chest aches, the heart inside of it a core of molten lava that threatens to burn her up from the inside out in grief-stricken agony. Her muscles tense, her teeth clench and she feels heartfire rising behind her eyes, tastes ash in her mouth. She’s flame, the incandescent flare that feels too much, feels everything.
Tenten closes her eyes and lets herself be consumed.
Title of this is called Phoenix.