DILATED PUPILS — MEETING 08.13

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[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]His second meeting. He wonders how long it will take for him to forget to count, try to remember, then eventually give up. Bakugou sits down, glancing around for Kirishima to notice that he was there before him. He scrunches his nose a little, as if it were a pained scowl upon his face. His eyes are scanning the approaching sea of Typhooners, sanguine gaze eventually landing a critical flicker to his captain. He doesn't quiet realise it but there's an uncanny mood which resonates throughout the assembly, as if Pincher's cold eyes was freezing the ground beneath him, like ice clutching his usually burning paws. Then, when the meeting begins, his voice is crisp. Sound cuts through the air like a bullet, a clean finish. Bakugou takes in his own breath, uneasy but listening to the acknowledgement of the Typhoon's newest recruits. He smirks a little at the thought of all the joiners who had to go through the jungle juice treatment and, being pulled back to reality, nods promptly in understanding of Pincher's business. Demotions. He thinks very little about them - the male recognises little of those names.

But suddenly his name is called out and the ragdoll straightens up on instinct, as if panicked that Pincher could read his mind which was busy insulting the different members of the Typhoon. To his further surprise, he was promoted to striker. He feels his cheeks and ears getting hot, and Bakugou fiddles in his own looming awkwardness. T-Thanks? He doesn't know how to respond, puffing his cheeks and sitting in a puddle of his own confused feelings as the meeting comes to an end with notices regarding events and the Rosebloods.