06-13-2018, 05:11 PM
He's shaken by the sudden boom that resonates nearby. Aizawa knew better than to be out and about, considering the prey and human situation, but he had stayed behind to clean up and he'd be damned if he didn't do just that. He's peeking into rabbit burrows when the explosion sounds, the sudden light blinding him for a split second. Then his heart drops into the pit of his stomach once it all registers. He doesn't even think, can't even breathe as he's running full-speed towards it.
He knows that Izuku is prone to hurt himself, especially when he had his quirk. Now, it seemed like nothing had changed. His behavior, his carelessness with himself--none of it was different. It made his jaw clench in frustration. Then he comes upon the scene, frozen in place as he stares down at the mangled limb, his chest tightening into a tight ball of emotion. Anger, sadness, guilt. All of it was there. His expression was almost startlingly blank, but it was there, latching onto him and feeling like a physical weight on his body.
Then it, too, explodes, and he can no longer control his legs as they drag him forward towards the ball of green fur. It's deathly silent, all he can hear is the wind as it blows. His eyes lock onto his former student, almost staring right through him. "Dammit," his voice is emotionless, yet full of rage at the same time. His jaw moves as he grits his teeth. "Have some care for yourself, brat. How do you expect to help those around you when you can barely help yourself?"
Aizawa isn't a cruel man--but right now, he doesn't care. He's blinded by all the anger and frustration he had been bottling up, all the negative feelings he had felt after his death. He isn't letting this happen again.
"Get up."
"SPEECH"
He knows that Izuku is prone to hurt himself, especially when he had his quirk. Now, it seemed like nothing had changed. His behavior, his carelessness with himself--none of it was different. It made his jaw clench in frustration. Then he comes upon the scene, frozen in place as he stares down at the mangled limb, his chest tightening into a tight ball of emotion. Anger, sadness, guilt. All of it was there. His expression was almost startlingly blank, but it was there, latching onto him and feeling like a physical weight on his body.
Then it, too, explodes, and he can no longer control his legs as they drag him forward towards the ball of green fur. It's deathly silent, all he can hear is the wind as it blows. His eyes lock onto his former student, almost staring right through him. "Dammit," his voice is emotionless, yet full of rage at the same time. His jaw moves as he grits his teeth. "Have some care for yourself, brat. How do you expect to help those around you when you can barely help yourself?"
Aizawa isn't a cruel man--but right now, he doesn't care. He's blinded by all the anger and frustration he had been bottling up, all the negative feelings he had felt after his death. He isn't letting this happen again.
"Get up."
"SPEECH"