Clifford Blackwell had a quirk that made itself very difficult to hide in his current environment. If he really wanted to hide it, without risking exposure, he'd have to cover his arms and legs and be rather... Energetic. The problem with that was the climate. It was difficult for him to remain so enthusiastic and covered in this hot, humid weather. It was much easier, much for comfortable, and much safer to stay in costume and be his usual, low-key self.

So he was Crysalis. Clifford Blackwell was as his pupa, and he was wrapped in the cocoon of school, to become Crysalis, the hero. He'd made his decision to become a hero, and he knew what that meant. For him, it meant that his quirk could readily betray his identity, and he couldn't let that happen. Just a little bit of crystal growth on his face was all it would take. Someone finding a chunk of crystal he'd accidentally shaken off. His sleeve or pant leg lifting too much. And he could not let that happen.

So he was Crysalis.

Crysalis was, in fact, also in his way to the kitchen. Difference was, he was hungry and not looking for tea. Also, he was watching where he was going. He saw the girl coming, staring up into the beautiful blue, and he stopped to let her pass him. "You'll bump into someone that way, y'know." He smiled softly, ready to lift his hand in greeting when she turned toward the voice.[@BlackMaiden]