07-23-2018, 11:44 PM
It was true he wasn't one to often put his emotions on display. The only one he would remotely show was anger, which was vibrant in his expression now. His eyes flickered, the faint glow of red beginning to show, bursting out against his dull-colored eyes. The worst part was that Toshinori probably knew he was in the wrong. Hell, Aizawa knew that he did, he just didn't want to accept it. It was what rubbed him wrong the most, the lion stopping in his tracks though he didn't turn to face him for a long moment.
He was trying to swallow his anger, even through the rush of blood in his ears and his rapid heartbeat heavy in his ribcage. He didn't want to hurt him, believe it or not--just rough him up a little, intimidate him into doing what he wanted when he was being stubborn. But the urge to lash out was hard to resist, the ignorance of his words only serving as fuel to the flames. You hardest wasn't good enough. He blinked, kept his eyes closed for a long moment, exhaling through his nose.
When he reopens them, they're glowing, his eyes going from a dark color to bright red. The large feline rounds on the other, wind kicking up the snow at his paws. It ruffled his mane, messing it up more than it already was. Of course, the breeze was his own doing, the closet thing to an embodiment of his rage.
It had been a long time since he fought, but his brain didn't even need to think as his body moved, paws trudging forward towards Toshinori. His claws glinted as they caught the light. Strands of his scarf shooting out to wrap around the serval and drag him closer, he extended a paw, slashing across his cheek. Warm drops splashed across his paw, but he didn't pay any mind, squeezing the male before throwing him off to the side. The snow would hopefully soften his landing.
"Don't you dare," he starts, tone dripping with venom. The breeze continues around them, though it gradually dies down. "You have no right to say my hardest wasn't enough when you didn't even bother. I've seen it, Toshinori, and believe me--that was far from your hardest," at that point he didn't have much of his quirk left, but even so, he could have done so much more. Both of them could have, really.
"SPEECH"
He was trying to swallow his anger, even through the rush of blood in his ears and his rapid heartbeat heavy in his ribcage. He didn't want to hurt him, believe it or not--just rough him up a little, intimidate him into doing what he wanted when he was being stubborn. But the urge to lash out was hard to resist, the ignorance of his words only serving as fuel to the flames. You hardest wasn't good enough. He blinked, kept his eyes closed for a long moment, exhaling through his nose.
When he reopens them, they're glowing, his eyes going from a dark color to bright red. The large feline rounds on the other, wind kicking up the snow at his paws. It ruffled his mane, messing it up more than it already was. Of course, the breeze was his own doing, the closet thing to an embodiment of his rage.
It had been a long time since he fought, but his brain didn't even need to think as his body moved, paws trudging forward towards Toshinori. His claws glinted as they caught the light. Strands of his scarf shooting out to wrap around the serval and drag him closer, he extended a paw, slashing across his cheek. Warm drops splashed across his paw, but he didn't pay any mind, squeezing the male before throwing him off to the side. The snow would hopefully soften his landing.
"Don't you dare," he starts, tone dripping with venom. The breeze continues around them, though it gradually dies down. "You have no right to say my hardest wasn't enough when you didn't even bother. I've seen it, Toshinori, and believe me--that was far from your hardest," at that point he didn't have much of his quirk left, but even so, he could have done so much more. Both of them could have, really.
"SPEECH"