Step 1.5: Get More Supplies! (SAGA! w/Bura)

Why is his quirk suddenly acting up so much now?! Bura's glowing eyes since he ran away from Chimera and Kiersa have been flickering like a broken light. On and off as his directionless wrath couldn't focus on a single target-his rage was focused on himself, others he couldn't be near, or too vague of a concept. Bura was so angry and distressed to feel anything but overflowing rage. And it felt like it was going to consume him at this rate. Everything he does is wrong, everything he does makes him so rage-filled, his every action and words piss himself off. He can't do anything right. And it pisses him off so much.

So it was little wonder when Bura walked around the park in his barely contained state that people give him a wide berth. And some people even jogged away from him when they see his flickering eyes-smart of them. Bura looked haggard and exhausted but so angry. His shoulders were arched forward, and his head held low and shaky with heavy feral breathes that lingered in the air for moments at a time until they dissipate into the wind.

Everything about Bura's body language told people to stay back and be careful of the beast that he has become. For that's what he is right now. A beast, a monster who harms those around him and is nothing but a danger-one who should give up on becoming a hero since nobody should be near him let alone talking to him-

Suddenly, a voice reached out to him-Bura has been so consumed by his loud rage and even louder thoughts- that when a very real voice reached out to him-Bura eyes flickered on a bright glow as he glares at the person speaking to him until he realized what he is about to do and his eyes flicked off to a normal not glowing set of eyes and Bura was consumed by regret instantly.

But Bura didn't process the very tall man's words as well as he thought-did he call him fluffy fellow? Oh-the time-oh he doesn't, he left his phone back at the training area so he can't look up the time. So in response, Bura shakes his head, trying his best to hide the tears welling up on the corners of his eyes he wanted to run away and hide under a rock and never come out. That's the best he could do to make up for his sins and crimes. He was a disgusting monster. But for some reason felt frozen right here and right now as he stares at this tall man at eye level-Bura hasn't noticed he was tall as he is- and Bura's stance went from aggressive and feral to that of a scared child trying to put up a brave front. And deep down inside that's all he is, a scared child trying to hide his fear from the world. And instead of facing it or owning up to it he ran away and hid in a park, Hoping that nobody finds him wallowing in his own misery. But this man found him doing exactly that.

When the tall man asked if he had a watch, Bura shakes his head again, before speaking in a weary and rough voice, "No, I don't, I forgot my phone when-ugh" Bura grunted, and bile threatened to spill out of his mouth as his mind reminded of sounds the sounds of bone breaking. And Bura unconsciously covered his mouth with his hand as he held back his new wave of guilt and self-hatred washed over him. And all that he was left with is tears forming in his eyes as he meekly looks away from the tall man and Bura attempted to look for a polite exit out of this talk with this stranger, "I-I'm sorry I have to go-"

But suddenly, the man asked him in a soft yet direct manner what was wrong with him. That simple question, that gentleness, Bura broke down into tears, as his tears freely fall down his face as he spoke through rough sobs and what little sense of restraint he had not to cry out loud, "I'm scared of myself, I'm angry at myself, I'm disgusted with myself, I-I-I don't know what to do anymore I'm so scared!" Bura restraint failed me as he attempted to wipe away at the tears flowing freely from his eyes.

Why did such a simple question of concern hit so hard, it was such a simple pleasantry but right now, right here, maybe-maybe this man's simple act of kindness kept Bura's hope alive-that people are kind-that there is still kindness in this world despite everything. That this world is still worth protecting and the people on it. Maybe. Bura couldn't think out his thought process right now so all he did was cry in front of this man after he spilled his guts to him about the inner turmoil he has been going through for months.

It felt good and for the first time in the weeks-his heart had no rage-just relief from the panic and the need to fight to survive for every source of stress. His blood wasn't screaming at him to kill-instead it told him to cry and let his emotions freely flow through him even the painful ones.

Bura, despite his relief, he felt the growing knot of anxiety in his stomach that this man would toss him aside when he told him how he feels. Seeing how much of a mess he was-how much of a wreck of a kid he was deep down. He was so scared of this man tossing him aside and taking away his kindness and rejecting him as a person.

But instead, while Bura was wiping away his tears, Bura felt a soft fabric patting away his tears much more cleanly than his arms were doing. Bura lowered his hands and arms meekly as he looks at the man-finally getting a good look at his face. With a sniffle-Bura scanned the man's strange face and let out a deep sniffle as the man carefully wipes away his tears. Bura's defenses were low-nobody has ever treated him so gently before-like he was made of glass-or rather-that he was a child. It felt alien-but, not wrong. It felt good to be treated like the child that he is.

Bura with a sniffle looked the tall man in the eyes and listened to his story, saying how he was once lost, not in the same, but he like Bura lost track of his path in life, and that the man dreamed for his world to be better, to be nicer, to be kinder, which made Bura feel a twang of guilt deep down his gut, he truly was lost track of his life's path.

Bura grabbed at the knot of fear in his gut as he wanted to run away-no-fight this feeling he was feeling-but the man spoke-that he had the power to make things better and that this pain and sorrow isn't forever, that despite how cruel and impossible the hardships felt to endure. That you can always have another try in the next moment. Bura's tears started to swell up again.

The man rested a long-hand on his shoulders and in his state of lowered defense allowed it and instead felt comfort from the hand, Bura's barely contained tears started to stream down his face as he listened to the man, that despite everything-despite how cruel the world and he was, that this man-this stranger- believes him. Despite everything, he doesn't know about him Bura with a loud sob-hugged the man-not crushingly so-but firmly as he cried into the man's fancy coat. And he let out hours, days, months of frustrations, anger, anguish, and a single hearty cry into this man's shoulders. He found his hope-in others and in himself.

Bura has never been hugged so gently in his whole life-even his mother who he loves with every fiber of his being never felt so gentle and inviting with such gentle contact. Bura's anger and frustrations melted away into a somber feeling of relief, it felt right and he felt right hugging this man. Bura's tears started to slow down until his sobbing ended with a soft whine and quiet huffy breathing, despite how upset and angry he was at himself, he found a safe haven in this world where he can be himself a scared and angry child who just needs gentle care and kind words.

Bura's strong arms squeezed the man tightly as he felt guilt bubble up in his stomach as he raised his face from the man's shoulders as he meekly sobbed out, "I'm sorry---I ruined your suit---" Bura guilty let out as he kept his grip tight around the man's thin chest as he didn't want to let go quite yet. He wanted this hug to last longer Bura was so used to hugs being awkward and uncomfortable due to his massive size, but for once, Bura was allowed to stand up fully for a hug. He never felt so cared for as he does right now.

The man spoke once more-making Bura let out shaky breaths as he listened to the man's wise and kind words which he didn't know he needed to hear-but very much welcomed in this moment of weakness and heartache. He was given permission to mourn, have regrets, to feel sorrow-and somehow hearing that felt like a massive weight off of his chest and shoulders, and even if he was a monster-even if all he did got him labeled as a monster-he can rewrite his story through his actions-through being kind once more and moving forward despite how much it hurts him to do so-as long as he knows he has those around him who care and believe him such as this man-who didn't need to this for him-to reach out and give him advice and show him kindness when he thought there was none left in the world. That the world he thought given up on him-didn't that there will always be those who care for him and that he didn't need to give but give this world a different perspective than what he was looking at it with.

With a very shaky breath- Bura says with the most confidence he had in months, no if he was being honest-his whole life what he said with the most confidence he could muster in this vulnerable yet raw moment-

"I promise I will-I won't give up. I keep moving forward and do my best to rewrite my story, even if I have to do it every day and everybody else thinks im a monster- i will rewrite my story. "

A little kindness always goes a long way. People need a little bit of gentleness to keep moving forward-Bura has forgotten to be a bit gentle. He has gotten used to being treated as if he was invincible and tough-which he is, but even the mountains can be chipped away by wind bit by bit. So when this man said it was okay that his suit was just fabric. Bura let out a small relieved sigh- the first one in a long time. He needed a little bit of kindness to keep moving.

Bura listens to the man telling him that he was excited to hear his tales over the horizon over this dark patch in his life. The relief and sense of assurance filled Bura with a feeling he thought he lost since arriving at his school that wasn't associated with fighting- the sense of joy and excitement for the future. Bura's tense muscles around this man loosen but stayed ever firm. But finally, after a long moment and an equally long sigh, Bura pulled away from the man, and he rubbed at one of his eyes with his palm and gave the man a bright- genuine smile. "The first step is always the hardest I find it," Bura said as he stopped rubbing his eyes, and his shaking finally stopped.

After breaking away from the hug, the man asked which direction he lived-Bura looked a little hesitant as he looks around the park-not sure which direction it was to the dorms. Bura looked at the man and sheepishly gave him a shrug, and a small "I-I'm not sure, I was so distressed that I lost all track of distance and direction-am I in Tokyo park?" Bura said in a small embarrassed voice. It was also getting dark, and by the time he gets back to his dorms, it'd be after curfew. So no matter what, he'd be in trouble. Bura let out a small sigh as he looks at the man said earnestly, "I could train it---but I can't fit in the trains." Which was true. Train cars are too small for him to fit in comfortable or at all.

Bura felt awful that this man is so accommodating, and he's making it hard for him to do so. "I-uh live in Musutafu-" Bura once again sheepishly as he dug his hands through his thick mane of wool to reach his neck to scratch it tensely.

Bura was admittedly starting to feel like a bit of a hassle to this man. Bura buried those thoughts deep into himself to ignore his sense of guilt and regret over many things he has done in the last few months, what is one more source of stress in the grand scheme of things? Bura nodded his head as he listens to the man's advice. Despite how hard and impossible feeling the first step is- the others will be hard, but its that first step and willingness to change will prove himself to the others and himself that he is still worth having around.

Bura still sheepishly buried his face into his fluff around his neck as he felt his face heating up from the embarrassment of being so far from home and needing to rely on a stranger's kindness to make to school tomorrow. Bura let out a small sigh before pulling his face out of his chest and smiles at the kind man a genuine and soft smile- a rare smile he felt like he lost these last few months. Everything felt so awful and degrading that this moment of repose felt wonderful. Bura wanted things to go back to normal, and this is the closest he felt being normal in months.

Bura blushes returned with a vengeance when the man says he was far from home, Bura responded with a sheepish nod of his head as if he did something he wasn't supposed to- which isn't too off the mark of what has happened. "Ye-Yeah," was all Bura could respond with an embarrassed tone. When the man asked for his guardian number, Bura froze for a moment- he has completely forgotten about his mother in all of this- she must be so worried and anxious, Bura's heart started to pace faster in panic and fear, but he took a deep breath and saying, "Ye-yeah- my mom's number is---" Bura repeated the number to the man, "And tell her I'm okay and I'm sorry for causing her any stress." Bura said sadly as he followed the man to himself-if it was anybody else, Bura wouldn't be so trusting or as silly as to follow a random stranger to his house, but right here and right now when he was at his lowest and he contemplated so many violent ideas and almost being consumed by a rage that felt like fire burning within, this man didn't quell it, but he is helping him guide his flame of rage- by letting him know he isn't a monster or that he should be alone and give on everything he has worked on. That there was still hope and that he can keep moving down his path- even if it's not always forward.

He has found his guiding star in the void, and it is by his choice that he will heed the wisdom and knowledge he has gathered from both the guide and himself to find his way back to the path he has lost track of.

When everything is lost, all can be found.