❖││LOST BOY││❖​:

       "wha—- HEY, we aren’t done talking !“ bakugou steps forward to follow, brows pulling together behind mask. he didn’t know what this guy’s deal was, but the way he was acting just didn’t sit right with him. what he was wearing looked WAY too good to be cosplay, sounded too real to be anything else.

       ”if it’s cosplay,“ he starts, effortlessly falling into step beside the other, “where the hell’s the con? last i checked, there aren’t any this time of year.”

                                                     Great. This was, in no way SHAPE OR FORM a good thing. Difficult was it to ruffle the scales of the dragon saint; this child was managing to LIFT some of them with minimum effort. One eye looked to his side, catching a glimpse of the other with his semi INTRUSIVE color scheme. How the hell was he supposed to lose this guy? Why was he so DEAD SET on following? Where was Seiya when he actually needed someone to divert the attention?

                                                        His head turned, nose pointed up. ❛ I don’t have to tell you ANYTHING. I don’t even know you. ❜ How SNOTTY. How UNBECOMING of Shiryu. What would Dohko think? ❛ & I don’t have time to explain ANYTHING to you. ❜