07-17-2018, 09:40 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Toshinori had been going about his day, ensuring that all his papers were in order, picking on Aizawa, the usual. He'd even managed to get in a chat with the principal at UA, which was refreshing after all of the hectic activity that had been going on. A tightness in his chest had carried through the day with him, but he'd figured it had been from the fight with All for One. Though All Might could no longer be the symbol of peace, the hero was still able to lead his more secretive life with little conflict. Of course, now that his true identity was out in the open... it was a bit more tough. But he could manage.
Or, he thought he could manage.
A scream rang in his ears and he knew it immediately.
"Izuku..." he whispered, hollow blue eyes flickering in the direction he'd heard the student's cry. He couldn't move. The tightness in his chest constricted around his heart. He'd convinced himself it was simply soreness, but of course he'd known it was something more, and he hadn't done anything about it. A dark premonition, a warning, and yet... he hadn't done anything. Suddenly his legs could move again and Toshinori tore off towards an exit. Anything to get him closer to the source of the scream. He had to be there to save the day, as he had promised for so many years.
Though he'd resigned as the Symbol of Peace, he couldn't get rid of his drive to save the day.
Thud thud thud thud thud. He was panting, unable to run fast enough, unable to get to where he needed to be as quickly as he needed to be there. Toshinori had already tried to beef himself up and simply jump to his destination, but he was out of juice. He was stuck in this scrawny form, and he'd known it when he was trying, but he'd tried anyway. He had to get to Midoriya.
Finally, the boy's body crested the horizon. There was blood. There was... so much blood.
"IZUKU!"
Toshinori could feel himself yelling, but he couldn't hear it. He fell to his knees, aware of attackers advancing, knowing he needed to do something, but unable to find the energy.
The next hour was a blur. All he knew was that he couldn't go on. The symbol of peace was gone for good. His successor was dead. The only things he knew were the few students around him being picked off like fish in a barrel. It was a hopeless scene, even for the most hopeful man on earth.
He could feel Tomura's hands on his throat. He could feel his skin disintegrating. Blood was warm as it sprang from him, blossoming on the ground in maroon rhododendrons and chrysanthemums. He could see Aizawa still fighting, and thought up an apology, though he had no hopes of relaying it. And then Aizawa went down, and the last of All Might was gone.
His consciousness faded into nothingness.
Then, Toshinori's eyes fluttered open.
Blood, coppery, sticky, and red, dribbled down his chin. Hollow eyes opened, though hesitantly, and the man rose to his feet. No... his paws...? The serval flexed a paw in front of his face, just to make sure it was real, and his suspicions were confirmed. He was a serval.
Well. It probably wasn't the strangest thing to happen to him, especially now that he (assumed) he was dead. After all, though he believed in an afterlife, he'd never known much about what form he'd take, he supposed. Toshinori surveyed the area around him and suddenly realized he was absolutely freezing.
"Good grief," the serval muttered, a cough stopping him short. Blood spattered fresh white snow, and he narrowed his eyes at it. Did ghosts... bleed? He was pretty sure they didn't. But... he wasn't alive, right? That wouldn't be possible. He'd died at Tomura's hands, along with... well, best not to think about it.
Toshinori supposed he'd just have to get used to this, then.
"H... Hello?" he called, shivering and hesitant, noting pawprints in the snow. Whoever had left them was still around- these were fresh.
/ uhh u dont really need to read all of this, just the last few paragraphs really! but hello this is stick dad
also just to clear things up, hes not a ghost in the bob verse, he just thinks so for now since he died in his past life :- )
Or, he thought he could manage.
A scream rang in his ears and he knew it immediately.
"Izuku..." he whispered, hollow blue eyes flickering in the direction he'd heard the student's cry. He couldn't move. The tightness in his chest constricted around his heart. He'd convinced himself it was simply soreness, but of course he'd known it was something more, and he hadn't done anything about it. A dark premonition, a warning, and yet... he hadn't done anything. Suddenly his legs could move again and Toshinori tore off towards an exit. Anything to get him closer to the source of the scream. He had to be there to save the day, as he had promised for so many years.
Though he'd resigned as the Symbol of Peace, he couldn't get rid of his drive to save the day.
Thud thud thud thud thud. He was panting, unable to run fast enough, unable to get to where he needed to be as quickly as he needed to be there. Toshinori had already tried to beef himself up and simply jump to his destination, but he was out of juice. He was stuck in this scrawny form, and he'd known it when he was trying, but he'd tried anyway. He had to get to Midoriya.
Finally, the boy's body crested the horizon. There was blood. There was... so much blood.
"IZUKU!"
Toshinori could feel himself yelling, but he couldn't hear it. He fell to his knees, aware of attackers advancing, knowing he needed to do something, but unable to find the energy.
The next hour was a blur. All he knew was that he couldn't go on. The symbol of peace was gone for good. His successor was dead. The only things he knew were the few students around him being picked off like fish in a barrel. It was a hopeless scene, even for the most hopeful man on earth.
He could feel Tomura's hands on his throat. He could feel his skin disintegrating. Blood was warm as it sprang from him, blossoming on the ground in maroon rhododendrons and chrysanthemums. He could see Aizawa still fighting, and thought up an apology, though he had no hopes of relaying it. And then Aizawa went down, and the last of All Might was gone.
His consciousness faded into nothingness.
Then, Toshinori's eyes fluttered open.
Blood, coppery, sticky, and red, dribbled down his chin. Hollow eyes opened, though hesitantly, and the man rose to his feet. No... his paws...? The serval flexed a paw in front of his face, just to make sure it was real, and his suspicions were confirmed. He was a serval.
Well. It probably wasn't the strangest thing to happen to him, especially now that he (assumed) he was dead. After all, though he believed in an afterlife, he'd never known much about what form he'd take, he supposed. Toshinori surveyed the area around him and suddenly realized he was absolutely freezing.
"Good grief," the serval muttered, a cough stopping him short. Blood spattered fresh white snow, and he narrowed his eyes at it. Did ghosts... bleed? He was pretty sure they didn't. But... he wasn't alive, right? That wouldn't be possible. He'd died at Tomura's hands, along with... well, best not to think about it.
Toshinori supposed he'd just have to get used to this, then.
"H... Hello?" he called, shivering and hesitant, noting pawprints in the snow. Whoever had left them was still around- these were fresh.
/ uhh u dont really need to read all of this, just the last few paragraphs really! but hello this is stick dad
also just to clear things up, hes not a ghost in the bob verse, he just thinks so for now since he died in his past life :- )
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