08-05-2018, 04:01 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Toshinori had been having a bit of a rough week. Most of his weeks weren't stellar at this point, but this one had been especially bad. With the appearance of Shigaraki, his limited activity, and all of his former students popping up in the clan... he'd just been missing out on a lot while only catching all the bad stuff. All in all, things hadn't been great for him. But things hadn't been great since he'd died, anyway, so he'd almost learned to deal with it at this point.
The serval had been looking for ways to distract himself (other than arts and crafts, which had been going rather terribly at this point), but he'd been unsuccessful so far. In fact, he'd been so unsuccessful, it seemed that he'd been stuck thinking about not only the past, but also his encounter with Shigaraki. Not only had he failed his students in his past life, but he'd failed himself again when he'd lashed out against his mentor's grandson. Even if he had a lot of... hatred... for Shigaraki, he knew that violence wasn't the answer. Didn't he?
Toshinori was standing, facing a tree. Claw marks gouged its surface. He was huffing with effort. He... had a lot of work to do. His technique was sloppy, he hadn't been properly taking care of himself, and it showed as he tried to improve his fighting skills once more, but failed. Dammit.
With an angry huff he swiped at the tree one more time. His claws scored its bark and he stared at the results, unsatisfied.
The serval had been looking for ways to distract himself (other than arts and crafts, which had been going rather terribly at this point), but he'd been unsuccessful so far. In fact, he'd been so unsuccessful, it seemed that he'd been stuck thinking about not only the past, but also his encounter with Shigaraki. Not only had he failed his students in his past life, but he'd failed himself again when he'd lashed out against his mentor's grandson. Even if he had a lot of... hatred... for Shigaraki, he knew that violence wasn't the answer. Didn't he?
Toshinori was standing, facing a tree. Claw marks gouged its surface. He was huffing with effort. He... had a lot of work to do. His technique was sloppy, he hadn't been properly taking care of himself, and it showed as he tried to improve his fighting skills once more, but failed. Dammit.
With an angry huff he swiped at the tree one more time. His claws scored its bark and he stared at the results, unsatisfied.
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