06-17-2018, 10:01 AM
There were a few other reasons why he was avoiding him, of course. Aizawa wasn't the type to not take responsibility, after all. He knew and accepted when he had done wrong. But that was only a minor problem when he was possibly dying. None else had died yet from being bitten, yet his insides felt like they were caving in on themselves all the time. He knew his body better than anyone, and he had a feeling he wasn't going to be well. So, what better way than to isolate yourself to try and ease the pain of the others around you?
After his call received a response, he sat back on his haunches, his breath ragged. It was hard to stand for too long, much less move. "Vomiting, coughing, feeling like my insides are falling apart--just to name a few," he says and grimaces at the slight iron taste on his tongue. The air between them is tense, though he can't tell whether it was the same reason as before or if it was because of his poor condition. Either way, he can read the other's expression, and can see the concern in his eyes. It only makes him more frustrated.
"I'll be fine. It's just a bad sickness, it will pass," he goes on to insist, though even he can't really speak with confidence. Izuku was the doctor here, but even he couldn't determine for sure whether he would make it through or not. But it didn't matter, because either way--whether he lived or died--he wanted to make amends.
Now if only black spots would stop appearing in his vision.
"SPEECH"
After his call received a response, he sat back on his haunches, his breath ragged. It was hard to stand for too long, much less move. "Vomiting, coughing, feeling like my insides are falling apart--just to name a few," he says and grimaces at the slight iron taste on his tongue. The air between them is tense, though he can't tell whether it was the same reason as before or if it was because of his poor condition. Either way, he can read the other's expression, and can see the concern in his eyes. It only makes him more frustrated.
"I'll be fine. It's just a bad sickness, it will pass," he goes on to insist, though even he can't really speak with confidence. Izuku was the doctor here, but even he couldn't determine for sure whether he would make it through or not. But it didn't matter, because either way--whether he lived or died--he wanted to make amends.
Now if only black spots would stop appearing in his vision.
"SPEECH"