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A snarl etched itself onto Hinata's expression; jaw set, celadon eyes alight with retribution, and pale fingers pressing crescent moons into his palms as he moved ( near stomped ) across the patio space. Around the not-so-enthused youth milled a summertime party, Hope's Peak students chattering and shouting laughter into the blue sky, and he would nary have said he was at least being entertained by said party before it took an unpleasant turn. Some jerk face dumped their drink on his head. And it wasn't water. No it was something decidedly sugary sweet and not welcome atop his head.
So, with a glower capable of piercing steel with its heat Hinata set out on a hunt. One that would, hopefully, end with him taking great satisfaction in shoving this person's head in the punch bowl.
It was only after a few minutes spent peering, hawk-like, around the outdoor space that the mercenary's eyes alighted on a chestnut haired male standing poolside and recognition immediately tied the basic features he could see to the insufferable prick who'd doused him. In hindsight, a closer look would have been best, but he'd not been in the best mindset for patience. In fact it only took him less than another minute or so to slide in close aaaaand–
S H O V E.
sploosh !
