07-18-2018, 12:07 AM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Toshinori had been doing... fine. He was cold, but he could take it. Nothing hurt, not physically. But he couldn't stop thinking. Young Midoriya was alive, at least in this world, but he was doing terribly, and... it was his fault. It was Toshinori's fault. He hadn't gotten to the boy on time, he'd gotten there too late and then this had happened.
The pale yellow serval felt ill with the weight of the memories, the guilt that day forced on him. He was heavy. His chest felt empty. His legs were blocks of cement. He couldn't look the Frosthealer in the eyes, even if it was his apprentice, the young man he'd been training (well, trying to train) for months and months. Looking at Izuku only painfully reminded him of his failure. His quirk was now gone with its successor. He had failed to save the day when he'd needed to most. It was just one big failure.
And now, Izuku was in incredibly poor health, and it was his fault.
"Midoriya..." the serval rasped, but trailed off. What was he to say? He could hardly even look at the young man.
"It looks like you're feeling better."
That was... so, incredibly stupid.
Izuku was still very sick. He wasn't passed out unconscious, but god, he wasn't feeling good by any means, was he? There was no way.
the serval winced, dropping his gaze from the split second he'd focused on the green-furred feline.
"Ah..."
He coughed.
"Can I get you anything?"
That was probably an alright save. The pale feline sat hunched somewhere near Izuku, ears twitching in his direction. Hopefully the other was conscious enough to give an answer- he couldn't tell if the child was asleep or not, really. Maybe it would be better if Midoriya was asleep, though... after all, though he would look like a fool, it would save the pain of the awkward gaps in his own speech.
The pale yellow serval felt ill with the weight of the memories, the guilt that day forced on him. He was heavy. His chest felt empty. His legs were blocks of cement. He couldn't look the Frosthealer in the eyes, even if it was his apprentice, the young man he'd been training (well, trying to train) for months and months. Looking at Izuku only painfully reminded him of his failure. His quirk was now gone with its successor. He had failed to save the day when he'd needed to most. It was just one big failure.
And now, Izuku was in incredibly poor health, and it was his fault.
"Midoriya..." the serval rasped, but trailed off. What was he to say? He could hardly even look at the young man.
"It looks like you're feeling better."
That was... so, incredibly stupid.
Izuku was still very sick. He wasn't passed out unconscious, but god, he wasn't feeling good by any means, was he? There was no way.
the serval winced, dropping his gaze from the split second he'd focused on the green-furred feline.
"Ah..."
He coughed.
"Can I get you anything?"
That was probably an alright save. The pale feline sat hunched somewhere near Izuku, ears twitching in his direction. Hopefully the other was conscious enough to give an answer- he couldn't tell if the child was asleep or not, really. Maybe it would be better if Midoriya was asleep, though... after all, though he would look like a fool, it would save the pain of the awkward gaps in his own speech.
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