08-10-2018, 06:01 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]His expression is like stone...or perhaps ice for lack of a better comparison. Cold and unmoved, glinting dangerously like the reflective stare of a snake. Bakugou's lips are pressed together when he listens to Kirishima's reply. One can see the way his lower lid twitches, as is his face is about to morph into one of great distaste. "Suit your fuckin' self then," he snaps bitterly. Despite the annoyance which rings through his cutting voice, his face hasn't wrinkled into one of anger. He looks only disappointed, which to many is worse than seeing the ones they care about overwhelmed by anger or sadness. Disappointment was to say there were expectations, suggesting that the person had failed despite the faith placed upon them. He doesn't want to look upset and for a moment, his usual enjoyment of his solitude has vanished just a little. Naturally, Bakugou is an independent creature with endeavors which ascended beyond the company of others. He appreciates Kirishima but he's always told himself he would be fine without him. To continue to say such a thing to himself, as he's come to realise now, would be such a lie. "We'll just live our separate ways." The words are reluctant, delicately laced with a subtle sense of loneliness.