07-18-2018, 01:19 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Money had never concerned Toshinori much in the old world. Yes, he had to pay rent. Yes, he liked his coffees every once in a while. He mostly spent his cash on going to the movies, since that was truly his favorite pastime, but... he'd been living pretty comfortably as the top pro hero. Now, it seemed, he had none of it.
He didn't feel that he fully deserved the sum he'd made in his time as a human, not anymore, but being without even a bit of spending money was a bit sad. He missed his coffees, at least. He didn't think that anyone had any movies to play, and he wasn't quite sure movies existed here at all. It was quite sad, really. All Might missed the finer things in life. It was incredibly vain, he felt, but he also didn't think he could really help it. Thoughts of desire were things that few people could control.
The question of whether he deserved such things anymore faded as Toshinori smelled the lovely essence of tea. While he did prefer coffee, the serval couldn't help himself from trying to find the source of the divine drink. Anything would be better than the plain and simple water he'd been having for a while now. While, yes, it was good for him, he needed a bit more... flavor. Not to mention caffeine. The serval's body was constantly aching with weariness. His nights were often spent sleepless with the thoughts of his students, dead around him, Aizawa fighting hopelessly against the enemy they had all faced, and that Toshinori had lost to. Peaceful rest was hard to come by. So, he tried to keep himself awake.
The serval had grown gradually used to the blustering cold that Snowbound had to offer. The sweater that Izuku had given him helped leaps and bounds where his thin coat fell short. As he trotted against the wind towards the shop where billows of sweet smells of tea floated forth, he felt... warm. Finally.
Toshinori pressed gently on the door. He hesitated for a moment. He should knock, or something, probably?
"Ah... hello?" the serval called inside, blinking sunken eyes as he peered in.
"Oh! Midoriya," he then mumbled, ears twitching with surprise, then flicking nervously back. He hadn't meant to intrude, as he'd assumed the shop had been all nice and finished up, but... it seemed a bit bare. While he himself had no idea how to decorate, he at least knew that something should fill this empty space.
The thought occurred to him that perhaps his presence wouldn't be welcomed, and his help even more so. After failing all of the boy's classmates, along with Aizawa and who knows who else, he didn't feel as though he was really... qualified to help, really. Not unless he was asked, at least.
"Sorry. You're busy," he apologized, brushing some snow off of his blue sweater. His voice rasped with some unknown emotion. Grief? Maybe. But... wasn't he supposed to be over that by now? Or something? He was an adult, after all.
"I can go, if you want. Or, uh... if you need help, I can...."
He trailed off. Toshinori frowned. He should finish the sentence, but he could hardly say it in the first place.
"I can assist you if you need it."
There. It was all out now. The serval reached a paw up to the back of his neck, scratching it in a nervous gesture, eyes darting about the barren room before fixing on the boiling tea.
He didn't feel that he fully deserved the sum he'd made in his time as a human, not anymore, but being without even a bit of spending money was a bit sad. He missed his coffees, at least. He didn't think that anyone had any movies to play, and he wasn't quite sure movies existed here at all. It was quite sad, really. All Might missed the finer things in life. It was incredibly vain, he felt, but he also didn't think he could really help it. Thoughts of desire were things that few people could control.
The question of whether he deserved such things anymore faded as Toshinori smelled the lovely essence of tea. While he did prefer coffee, the serval couldn't help himself from trying to find the source of the divine drink. Anything would be better than the plain and simple water he'd been having for a while now. While, yes, it was good for him, he needed a bit more... flavor. Not to mention caffeine. The serval's body was constantly aching with weariness. His nights were often spent sleepless with the thoughts of his students, dead around him, Aizawa fighting hopelessly against the enemy they had all faced, and that Toshinori had lost to. Peaceful rest was hard to come by. So, he tried to keep himself awake.
The serval had grown gradually used to the blustering cold that Snowbound had to offer. The sweater that Izuku had given him helped leaps and bounds where his thin coat fell short. As he trotted against the wind towards the shop where billows of sweet smells of tea floated forth, he felt... warm. Finally.
Toshinori pressed gently on the door. He hesitated for a moment. He should knock, or something, probably?
"Ah... hello?" the serval called inside, blinking sunken eyes as he peered in.
"Oh! Midoriya," he then mumbled, ears twitching with surprise, then flicking nervously back. He hadn't meant to intrude, as he'd assumed the shop had been all nice and finished up, but... it seemed a bit bare. While he himself had no idea how to decorate, he at least knew that something should fill this empty space.
The thought occurred to him that perhaps his presence wouldn't be welcomed, and his help even more so. After failing all of the boy's classmates, along with Aizawa and who knows who else, he didn't feel as though he was really... qualified to help, really. Not unless he was asked, at least.
"Sorry. You're busy," he apologized, brushing some snow off of his blue sweater. His voice rasped with some unknown emotion. Grief? Maybe. But... wasn't he supposed to be over that by now? Or something? He was an adult, after all.
"I can go, if you want. Or, uh... if you need help, I can...."
He trailed off. Toshinori frowned. He should finish the sentence, but he could hardly say it in the first place.
"I can assist you if you need it."
There. It was all out now. The serval reached a paw up to the back of his neck, scratching it in a nervous gesture, eyes darting about the barren room before fixing on the boiling tea.
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