[ Pfft. His father is 195cm, and his other brother is 181cm. He's an early bloomer and right on track to meet them in the middle. ]
[ Despite what his usual demeanor might lead one to believe, he does feel things. Too strongly at times. He spent his childhood swinging back and forth between left and right, his emotions running away from him, unable to control them along with his quirk. His passions left his throat hoarse from yelling, and a cold hatred so deeply embedded itself in him that he resembled a villain in the making. Time taught him how to curb his emotions, a little too good. It's not a short arc when that pendulum swings.
Heat hums through him. Jaw tight from the effort to reign himself in. It was always harder to control the burning passions. They raise his temperature a few degrees before he puts a stop to it. He swings right, and the anger is smothered by the cold. His mother's quirk calms the churning heat. ]
Unfortunate. [ He repeats, breath fogging from the cold. ] That's not how I see it.
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[ Despite what his usual demeanor might lead one to believe, he does feel things. Too strongly at times. He spent his childhood swinging back and forth between left and right, his emotions running away from him, unable to control them along with his quirk. His passions left his throat hoarse from yelling, and a cold hatred so deeply embedded itself in him that he resembled a villain in the making. Time taught him how to curb his emotions, a little too good. It's not a short arc when that pendulum swings.
Heat hums through him. Jaw tight from the effort to reign himself in. It was always harder to control the burning passions. They raise his temperature a few degrees before he puts a stop to it. He swings right, and the anger is smothered by the cold. His mother's quirk calms the churning heat. ]
Unfortunate. [ He repeats, breath fogging from the cold. ] That's not how I see it.