06-13-2018, 05:53 PM
When Izuku hears the crunch of snow, slowly approaching him, he feels hopeful. He doesn't want to be alone. Alone with his dumbass mistake. Which was his fault, his fault for getting a dumbass flashback during training. But it all burns. Anything at all would be a comfort, really. Maybe it wasn't even a clanmate, but a human come to kill him or something. That'd work too. But, it sounds more like a lion's pawsteps than a human's.
So, a little shakily, with jittery movements, Izuku looks up, over his shoulder, to where he sees the form of Aizawa. And there's -- relief. Aizawa. Izuku manages a weak smile to the lion, quiet relief even in the face of Aizawa's complete, dead silence. It'd be fine. It'd be fine. Even so, Izuku, terribly self conscious, slowly shifts to bring his leg further out of view. His movements are shaky, jerky from the electricity. It's ... hard to breathe. He can, he can, but it stutters and there wasn't any real rhythm whatever Izuku may try.
Then ... Aizawa starts speaking, and that's when the feeling of downhill gets -- significantly worse. Slowly, Izuku's ears fall back. Angry -- of course he was. Izuku deserved that much. But still, Izuku had made it this long, and despite everything, he was still doing his best. ... He'd taken care of himself long enough, really. Defended his life with all he had and now that he didn't have to do that anymore, luck was out to get him. So he's upset but accepting then, but then -- get up. Get up? Who was Aizawa kidding? Izuku, ever-patient and a bit of a pushover, feels frustrated. Angry. Get up.
So Izuku does. It's with an angry expression that he uncurls himself, jerky and unsteady, and nothing will cooaperate. It hurts. It all hurts. His muscles don't want to move and it burns and his head is killing him. Despite this, his eyes are open, and it's all awful. And then, slowly, Izuku prepares himself. Paws under him, just like when he first became a cat. he's not steady. It all hurts, and he's just angry, and perhaps it's just spite pushing him to his feet. His legs nearly give out under him as he pushes himself up, and he's gasping and trembling. And after a minute, with a snarl, he rights himself. He barely looks capable of holding himself up, unsteady as anything, and his injured paw is pressed against the ground because he'd fall over without the support. And it hurts. It hurts so bad and he wants to cry. He's making it worse, he knows -- putting weight on it like this is awful and does it need to be elevated? He's not sure, but this couldn't be healthy.
"Happy?" Izuku snaps, growling. And that's -- unlike him, really. The anger, all of it. And perhaps that can be put on the pain, the fear, all of it. Plus he feels -- kind of hurt. Would Aizawa have pushed him, if he didn't? Like everyone else, would he just hurt Izuku if he didn't cooperate? Before now, Izuku would have said no, he trusted Aizawa, but Izuku is in pain and he's paranoid and Aizawa was angry. Everything hurts and it's so hard to focus. Blurry. Where was he? His vision was going kind of black. Oh god what's going on. Fight? A fight? Anger -- get up? Who was he fighting? Why? Why'd they want him to get up? No, nonono wait, but Aizawa, Aizawa was there, but how, why -- and he can't even breathe and the world is spinning and it's going black --
And in the next moment, Izuku is down for the count. The Maine Coon collapses into the snow, the combination of ... things, rendering him unconscious. Using that much power had an effect, after all -- he'd never used that much power before, and it was exhausting, and bloody, and Izuku knew the downsides of that. Well, not now, he definitely wasn't awake, but he had. The pain, the fact he'd stood before he was anywhere near ready, the general lack of care he had for himself. When was the last time he'd eaten? The last time he slept? God knows, but it'd been a few days. Maybe even the electricity itself. ... Izuku was absolutely the worst at knowing his own limits, it would seem. Couldn't even deny a demand based on that alone. (granted, there were a few layers to that, too, but still --)
So, a little shakily, with jittery movements, Izuku looks up, over his shoulder, to where he sees the form of Aizawa. And there's -- relief. Aizawa. Izuku manages a weak smile to the lion, quiet relief even in the face of Aizawa's complete, dead silence. It'd be fine. It'd be fine. Even so, Izuku, terribly self conscious, slowly shifts to bring his leg further out of view. His movements are shaky, jerky from the electricity. It's ... hard to breathe. He can, he can, but it stutters and there wasn't any real rhythm whatever Izuku may try.
Then ... Aizawa starts speaking, and that's when the feeling of downhill gets -- significantly worse. Slowly, Izuku's ears fall back. Angry -- of course he was. Izuku deserved that much. But still, Izuku had made it this long, and despite everything, he was still doing his best. ... He'd taken care of himself long enough, really. Defended his life with all he had and now that he didn't have to do that anymore, luck was out to get him. So he's upset but accepting then, but then -- get up. Get up? Who was Aizawa kidding? Izuku, ever-patient and a bit of a pushover, feels frustrated. Angry. Get up.
So Izuku does. It's with an angry expression that he uncurls himself, jerky and unsteady, and nothing will cooaperate. It hurts. It all hurts. His muscles don't want to move and it burns and his head is killing him. Despite this, his eyes are open, and it's all awful. And then, slowly, Izuku prepares himself. Paws under him, just like when he first became a cat. he's not steady. It all hurts, and he's just angry, and perhaps it's just spite pushing him to his feet. His legs nearly give out under him as he pushes himself up, and he's gasping and trembling. And after a minute, with a snarl, he rights himself. He barely looks capable of holding himself up, unsteady as anything, and his injured paw is pressed against the ground because he'd fall over without the support. And it hurts. It hurts so bad and he wants to cry. He's making it worse, he knows -- putting weight on it like this is awful and does it need to be elevated? He's not sure, but this couldn't be healthy.
"Happy?" Izuku snaps, growling. And that's -- unlike him, really. The anger, all of it. And perhaps that can be put on the pain, the fear, all of it. Plus he feels -- kind of hurt. Would Aizawa have pushed him, if he didn't? Like everyone else, would he just hurt Izuku if he didn't cooperate? Before now, Izuku would have said no, he trusted Aizawa, but Izuku is in pain and he's paranoid and Aizawa was angry. Everything hurts and it's so hard to focus. Blurry. Where was he? His vision was going kind of black. Oh god what's going on. Fight? A fight? Anger -- get up? Who was he fighting? Why? Why'd they want him to get up? No, nonono wait, but Aizawa, Aizawa was there, but how, why -- and he can't even breathe and the world is spinning and it's going black --
And in the next moment, Izuku is down for the count. The Maine Coon collapses into the snow, the combination of ... things, rendering him unconscious. Using that much power had an effect, after all -- he'd never used that much power before, and it was exhausting, and bloody, and Izuku knew the downsides of that. Well, not now, he definitely wasn't awake, but he had. The pain, the fact he'd stood before he was anywhere near ready, the general lack of care he had for himself. When was the last time he'd eaten? The last time he slept? God knows, but it'd been a few days. Maybe even the electricity itself. ... Izuku was absolutely the worst at knowing his own limits, it would seem. Couldn't even deny a demand based on that alone. (granted, there were a few layers to that, too, but still --)
☀ what was i worth
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