07-12-2018, 05:23 PM
Aizawa had a protective nature, one that wasn't often seen. He wasn't the typical kind, and instead of being soft and kind towards those he cared about, he was as gruff as he usually was. He was more likely to give you advice than to console you, but it was just how he was, especially being a teacher for so long. Under his care, his students were a force to be reckoned with. Anyone messed with them, and they'd get a taste of his own fury. Even now that was still a fact.
About right then, he had been doing his usual hobby--napping. He was curled in his hammock, wrapped in a blanket. When he was awake, he was keeping an eye on Izuku, who was just getting sicker and sicker. Might as well repay the favor and look after him to the best of his abilities. But of course he needed a break every now and then, and this was one of those instances. When he awoke and headed downstairs, though, he quickly regretted leaving his side for just a moment.
He quickly steps over to the form of the maine coon, bending down and nudging him with his nose. "Midoriya" he says, almost sternly, like he's demanding that he wake up from his comatose state. He isn't sure what to do, but he's relieved slightly by the simple fact that he was still breathing. Deciding he wasn't about to wake up any time soon, he picked him up by the scruff and carried him up to the bedroom, planning on asking his clanmates if they could help in some way.
"SPEECH"
About right then, he had been doing his usual hobby--napping. He was curled in his hammock, wrapped in a blanket. When he was awake, he was keeping an eye on Izuku, who was just getting sicker and sicker. Might as well repay the favor and look after him to the best of his abilities. But of course he needed a break every now and then, and this was one of those instances. When he awoke and headed downstairs, though, he quickly regretted leaving his side for just a moment.
He quickly steps over to the form of the maine coon, bending down and nudging him with his nose. "Midoriya" he says, almost sternly, like he's demanding that he wake up from his comatose state. He isn't sure what to do, but he's relieved slightly by the simple fact that he was still breathing. Deciding he wasn't about to wake up any time soon, he picked him up by the scruff and carried him up to the bedroom, planning on asking his clanmates if they could help in some way.
"SPEECH"