06-13-2018, 08:21 PM
Aizawa's head had been in the clouds ever since his exchange with Izuku.
He regretted what he had done in his blindness. He had expected too much of him, he was only young and still learning. He knew he had high expectations of his pupils, but it had been too much. Though, instead of apologizing, he silently berated himself for it. Eventually he would express that he was sorry, but first he had to get up the courage to face him again. He just knew he couldn't run from his mistake forever.
He couldn't help but lose his head as he was walking through the tundra, mind beginning to wander as his paws dragged him forward. Like the others that had stayed behind, his ribs just barely poked through his skin, nearly all of his energy sapped from hunger. But there were clan-mates of his that deserved to eat more than he did. It was somewhat of a way to punish himself, even though he wouldn't admit it.
However, as he was walking, he hadn't noticed how close his paw had gotten to an infected rabbit hole--not until it was too late. Suddenly there was a flash of white and teeth latched onto his leg, digging deep into his flesh. He grunted, half from surprise and half from pain, then quickly shook the animal off and went for it's throat. An iron taste filled his mouth as he bit into the soft skin of it's neck, effectively killing it. Once the threat was gone, he looked warily at his wound, unsure what to do.
Despite the warnings of their leader and medic, he shrugged it off, deciding he'd ride it out. Though, of course, it didn't take long for side-effects to appear. Just a few hours later he could be found just outside the cavern, gagging and coughing up what little he had in his stomach, then flopping over onto his side. A heavy ache coursed through his body, snot running down his lip from his nose.
"SPEECH"
He regretted what he had done in his blindness. He had expected too much of him, he was only young and still learning. He knew he had high expectations of his pupils, but it had been too much. Though, instead of apologizing, he silently berated himself for it. Eventually he would express that he was sorry, but first he had to get up the courage to face him again. He just knew he couldn't run from his mistake forever.
He couldn't help but lose his head as he was walking through the tundra, mind beginning to wander as his paws dragged him forward. Like the others that had stayed behind, his ribs just barely poked through his skin, nearly all of his energy sapped from hunger. But there were clan-mates of his that deserved to eat more than he did. It was somewhat of a way to punish himself, even though he wouldn't admit it.
However, as he was walking, he hadn't noticed how close his paw had gotten to an infected rabbit hole--not until it was too late. Suddenly there was a flash of white and teeth latched onto his leg, digging deep into his flesh. He grunted, half from surprise and half from pain, then quickly shook the animal off and went for it's throat. An iron taste filled his mouth as he bit into the soft skin of it's neck, effectively killing it. Once the threat was gone, he looked warily at his wound, unsure what to do.
Despite the warnings of their leader and medic, he shrugged it off, deciding he'd ride it out. Though, of course, it didn't take long for side-effects to appear. Just a few hours later he could be found just outside the cavern, gagging and coughing up what little he had in his stomach, then flopping over onto his side. A heavy ache coursed through his body, snot running down his lip from his nose.
"SPEECH"
