08-07-2018, 09:48 AM
Most days, Bakugou was a storm of flames: an unstoppable burning force filled with ferocity, angst and distaste for the world. It was one of the reasons which made him unapproachable. No one ever really knew how the moody male would react. Although they will expect him to explode upon ever answer, it was easy to be surprised by a much calmer Bakugou. Quieter but still an angry tornado, crackling the atmosphere with his mere, smokey breaths. He was like a looming fog of burden, intoxicating to breathe in and unsettling to be around because the air that touched him always seemed to decay and go to rot. Other days, he was a small candlelight: unsure of himself, questioning his purpose, desperate for answers. He was still mad, furious even, but a lot of the anger turned to pain. There was a sort of unwavering fear that laced his scarlet eyes, causing the male to blame himself for his own situation. It was strange and unnerving but Bakugou got through all of this because he spent most of his time alone. He had never been renowned for being social, nor was he good at recognising certain cues or holding up a conversation. Most days, when he was being nice, it was through actions. Even when he was quiet it showed either a great degree of respect or disinterest.
And so, fire was a part of his every being regardless of how well he could currently project it. And it was at this moment that Bakugou recognises the way the night illuminates like his tail, burning with flames. His scarlet eyes follow it for a moment, watching it disappear as he runs his tongue over his teeth. He's awake at this time because he wants a moment to reflect but curiosity overwhelms him that he begins to proactively search for the source of the light, walking cautiously atop the grainy sand before noticing a few Typhooners already huddled around. Bonfire? No, he quickly dismisses, can't be. If it were a bonfire, the flames would be higher and still running. His nose contorts, scrunching when he sees the female who was likely responsible for the fiery display. More fire wielders. He finds it almost ironic that a bunch of pirates predominantly controlled fire over water but Bakugou, of course, chooses not to question it. He chooses not to say anything but simply lingers around to see if anything of interest pops up.
And so, fire was a part of his every being regardless of how well he could currently project it. And it was at this moment that Bakugou recognises the way the night illuminates like his tail, burning with flames. His scarlet eyes follow it for a moment, watching it disappear as he runs his tongue over his teeth. He's awake at this time because he wants a moment to reflect but curiosity overwhelms him that he begins to proactively search for the source of the light, walking cautiously atop the grainy sand before noticing a few Typhooners already huddled around. Bonfire? No, he quickly dismisses, can't be. If it were a bonfire, the flames would be higher and still running. His nose contorts, scrunching when he sees the female who was likely responsible for the fiery display. More fire wielders. He finds it almost ironic that a bunch of pirates predominantly controlled fire over water but Bakugou, of course, chooses not to question it. He chooses not to say anything but simply lingers around to see if anything of interest pops up.