( It's different to see fireworks from the ground. With eyes like his, Hawks can still see a sharp level of detail in the already well rendered shapes, but it's not the same. Up high, perched atop a building to watch fire works in the sky always hits differently. There's a clarity up there you can't get on the ground, feels more vibrant to be that close to them as they explode through the sky. But he can't help but wonder if it'd even be the same in a place like this, even if he could find a place high up.
He'll take what he can get, though. Fireworks are fireworks, and what's not to light about pretty colors and flashy shapes in the sky? And besides, something about it reminds him of home. Of the blaze of Endeavor's flames across his body and in the air, the rush of heat Shouto can bring in a rush, the flash of explosions from Bakugou's hands and gauntlets, and Dabi— Ah, he doesn't want to finish that thought. Not now when he can enjoy the beach and the calm from the buzz of the day.
His trek across the sand is a quiet one beyond the faint shift of sand under bare feet. His arms are up, folded behind his head where his fingers are interlocked. It'd be nice to find a spot somewhere and sprawl across the still warm sands, let the heat warm the small wings that hang lazily behind him as he goes.
There's a pause in the display above, preparation for another round, he thinks, and as he walks, he notes someone sitting, has a thought that the outline of their head and back is familiar. But he seems content to keep walking. Then there's the pop of more fireworks, his eyes going up in time to see the shape when he hears that voice.
His wings flex, lifting curiously, and his arms lower. Ah, of course he recognizes that voice. His path forward turns towards Bakugou instead. And as he does, the younger blond will recognize the handful of red feathers that zip past, bunching together to block part of the other's view of the lewd firework display. They're easy to bat away or grab if Bakugou really wants to. )
Depends who you ask~ ( Hawks chirps playfully as he makes his way closer, crouching neatly beside the younger. He perches one elbow on his knees, tipping his cheek against his hand as he offers a warm smile in greeting. ) Bakugou-kun.
night sky!! emerges from homework to slap this on the table!!
He'll take what he can get, though. Fireworks are fireworks, and what's not to light about pretty colors and flashy shapes in the sky? And besides, something about it reminds him of home. Of the blaze of Endeavor's flames across his body and in the air, the rush of heat Shouto can bring in a rush, the flash of explosions from Bakugou's hands and gauntlets, and Dabi— Ah, he doesn't want to finish that thought. Not now when he can enjoy the beach and the calm from the buzz of the day.
His trek across the sand is a quiet one beyond the faint shift of sand under bare feet. His arms are up, folded behind his head where his fingers are interlocked. It'd be nice to find a spot somewhere and sprawl across the still warm sands, let the heat warm the small wings that hang lazily behind him as he goes.
There's a pause in the display above, preparation for another round, he thinks, and as he walks, he notes someone sitting, has a thought that the outline of their head and back is familiar. But he seems content to keep walking. Then there's the pop of more fireworks, his eyes going up in time to see the shape when he hears that voice.
His wings flex, lifting curiously, and his arms lower. Ah, of course he recognizes that voice. His path forward turns towards Bakugou instead. And as he does, the younger blond will recognize the handful of red feathers that zip past, bunching together to block part of the other's view of the lewd firework display. They're easy to bat away or grab if Bakugou really wants to. )
Depends who you ask~ ( Hawks chirps playfully as he makes his way closer, crouching neatly beside the younger. He perches one elbow on his knees, tipping his cheek against his hand as he offers a warm smile in greeting. ) Bakugou-kun.