07-18-2018, 08:37 AM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
How had he died? All Might- no, Toshinori couldn't remember, really. It was mostly a blur, and then Tomura, and then the feeling of falling apart, and then... well, and then he had been gone, or so he'd thought. But it had started, really, with Izuku. Seeing the young man bleeding out on the pavement was an image he couldn't burn from his memory. His heart had sunk and never resurfaced. The ensuing battle had been fought with no drive, because his drive had died with his successor. How selfish of him.
All he could really remember, other than dying along with his students, was the heaviness he'd felt in his muscles. Trying to fight. Trying to save them. But... not really. Was he in denial about the halfheartedness he'd fought with? Yes. Because facing the fact that he'd hadn't tried as hard as he could, for damn selfish reasons at that, hurt more than his flesh falling to pieces. It hurt a thousand times worse.
Uh -- Uh yeah, just a second.
His ears pricked up. He would soon be relieved from the cold thanks to this feline. What had he done to deserve that? But soon, the sweater was dropped at his paws and he couldn't refuse the thing he'd asked for. Toshinori stared down at the blue fabric before easing it over his head, putting it on, sheltering himself from the wind.
"Thank you", he murmured, bowing his head for a moment. The pale yellow serval had to admit that this garment felt much better than the snow alone, but a certain heaviness in himself prevented him from enjoying it properly.
Sunken eyes finally turned up towards Izuku's face again when he spoke. Snowbound territory? Made sense. He swept the horizon with his cold blue gaze, seeing nothing but snow for miles around. He listened still, though, to the young man's talking, returning his eyes to the speaker before he uttered his name.
I... uh. I'm Izuku. Is there - is there a reason you're here, or?
Izuku.
Of course he knew that voice. Of course. It had been the voice that screamed to him, the voice that he had listened to for months and months while they trained (or, while Toshinori attempted to train his student), the voice that he had learned to respond to with utmost attention. Immediately his ears flattened. His eyes squeezed shut. The deep grimace that had taken hold of him carved deeper into his face, wrinkles chiseled into his features. To let his student see him like this... well, it wasn't the most optimal situation. Though he wasn't really harmed, it felt... wrong. He was too weak right now. He couldn't be the nearly paternal figure he'd been before, not right now.
"M-Midoriya...?"
His speech was raspy, strained.
"I... um. I..."
He didn't know what to say. But he always knew what to say. He had to figure out something, something before he made everything worse. Oh, his reason for being here! Toshinori racked his brain, but his plan foiled as he realized he was only here by chance. He'd died and woken up as a serval in the snow. What was his reason?
"I'm here because... I'm here because...."
Damn it! He couldn't think straight. Really, Toshinori felt as though he could break down into tears at any moment. He'd had his student violently ripped from him, only to be thrust into a world where Izuku lived again, and it all felt like a lot. Did he remember dying, too? Was the topic too sensitive to talk about? The serval pressed a paw to his temple, claws unsheathing without his noticing, blood trickling from scratches down his face with the stress.
"I..." he took a pause and let out a sigh, "I'm sorry, young Midoriya. I don't know why I'm here. I just... I just showed up."
His cerulean gaze pierced the snow to Izuku's left. He couldn't look at the green-furred feline. He could hardly speak, let alone muster the courage to look him in the eye.
The thought occurred to him that he hadn't introduced himself yet. For all Izuku knew, he could be a crazy stranger. Maybe he was? Who knew.
"O-Oh! It's me, All Might. By the way."
His sentences were choppy. He could hardly get his own alias out, choking on the words for a second before spitting them out. Toshinori coughed. His hot breath billowed into the air, smokelike. There was too much to say, but he didn't have the courage to say it.
/ mood
All he could really remember, other than dying along with his students, was the heaviness he'd felt in his muscles. Trying to fight. Trying to save them. But... not really. Was he in denial about the halfheartedness he'd fought with? Yes. Because facing the fact that he'd hadn't tried as hard as he could, for damn selfish reasons at that, hurt more than his flesh falling to pieces. It hurt a thousand times worse.
Uh -- Uh yeah, just a second.
His ears pricked up. He would soon be relieved from the cold thanks to this feline. What had he done to deserve that? But soon, the sweater was dropped at his paws and he couldn't refuse the thing he'd asked for. Toshinori stared down at the blue fabric before easing it over his head, putting it on, sheltering himself from the wind.
"Thank you", he murmured, bowing his head for a moment. The pale yellow serval had to admit that this garment felt much better than the snow alone, but a certain heaviness in himself prevented him from enjoying it properly.
Sunken eyes finally turned up towards Izuku's face again when he spoke. Snowbound territory? Made sense. He swept the horizon with his cold blue gaze, seeing nothing but snow for miles around. He listened still, though, to the young man's talking, returning his eyes to the speaker before he uttered his name.
I... uh. I'm Izuku. Is there - is there a reason you're here, or?
Izuku.
Of course he knew that voice. Of course. It had been the voice that screamed to him, the voice that he had listened to for months and months while they trained (or, while Toshinori attempted to train his student), the voice that he had learned to respond to with utmost attention. Immediately his ears flattened. His eyes squeezed shut. The deep grimace that had taken hold of him carved deeper into his face, wrinkles chiseled into his features. To let his student see him like this... well, it wasn't the most optimal situation. Though he wasn't really harmed, it felt... wrong. He was too weak right now. He couldn't be the nearly paternal figure he'd been before, not right now.
"M-Midoriya...?"
His speech was raspy, strained.
"I... um. I..."
He didn't know what to say. But he always knew what to say. He had to figure out something, something before he made everything worse. Oh, his reason for being here! Toshinori racked his brain, but his plan foiled as he realized he was only here by chance. He'd died and woken up as a serval in the snow. What was his reason?
"I'm here because... I'm here because...."
Damn it! He couldn't think straight. Really, Toshinori felt as though he could break down into tears at any moment. He'd had his student violently ripped from him, only to be thrust into a world where Izuku lived again, and it all felt like a lot. Did he remember dying, too? Was the topic too sensitive to talk about? The serval pressed a paw to his temple, claws unsheathing without his noticing, blood trickling from scratches down his face with the stress.
"I..." he took a pause and let out a sigh, "I'm sorry, young Midoriya. I don't know why I'm here. I just... I just showed up."
His cerulean gaze pierced the snow to Izuku's left. He couldn't look at the green-furred feline. He could hardly speak, let alone muster the courage to look him in the eye.
The thought occurred to him that he hadn't introduced himself yet. For all Izuku knew, he could be a crazy stranger. Maybe he was? Who knew.
"O-Oh! It's me, All Might. By the way."
His sentences were choppy. He could hardly get his own alias out, choking on the words for a second before spitting them out. Toshinori coughed. His hot breath billowed into the air, smokelike. There was too much to say, but he didn't have the courage to say it.
/ mood
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