07-18-2018, 04:58 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Aizawa was right in his views, perhaps. All Might was- had been- the Superman of their world. His quirk had given him such power that it appeared as though he didn't have to try when he saved people. But... that was just how it had appeared. While he certainly had his easy jobs (purse snatching, getting cats out of trees, the like), he had been presented with challenges all along the way. His first fight with All for One had left him wounded in such a way that he could feel his time as a top hero dwindling. He'd had his stomach removed, for God's sake! The infiltration of the USJ had left him breathless at the power that the Nomu had presented. While he'd come out on top, it hadn't been a walk in the park. There was more. Then there was Izuku- yes, Toshinori favored the green-haired boy. But of course, there was a reason. His quirk- his former quirk -had been passed on to the young man, in an attempt to create the next Symbol of Peace. Of course, that plan hadn't gone too well, had it? but that didn't mean he turned a blind eye to the rest of the students. He was a good teacher. A good hero. A good person.
Right?
He... he hoped so. Toshinori's head hung low from his shoulders. He stared at the ground below him. Then he fell to the snow and he stood there for a second, still staring down, head still hung. Aizawa's words hardly reached his ears through his thoughts and he lifted his head, glancing back at the lion. Blubbering was a rather ugly way to put it. He blinked the final tears from his clear blue eyes and flicked his gaze back at Izuku for a moment. It was time to go back to camp. He guessed that he could hope the young man would follow, but, if he didn't, Toshinori couldn't blame him.
Something held him back from leaving, though. He didn't want to go quite yet.
The serval stood, eyes darting from the disappearing Aizawa to the silent Izuku. He wasn't quite sure what to do. He and the lion had never gotten along well, and following him after that outburst only spelled trouble in his eyes. Surely he'd be made fun of (which he probably deserved, but you know), and he couldn't take that on top of the immense weight he was feeling. Even a simple tease would likely be enough to send him over the edge right now.
Toshinori took a breath. He felt as though he needed to answer some question unasked, but one that still hung heavily in the air. What had happened? But the serval wasn't sure that he could. At least, not right now, not here.... There were too many things going on at once.
"Are you going to head back, too, Midoriya?"
His question floated across the snow and rested there. His tone was crackling and raspy, but it held enough weight to make one's shoulders heavy. His sunken eyes looked even darker than usual. He wasn't in the best shape, that was for damn sure.
He could get through this though.
Right?
Right?
He... he hoped so. Toshinori's head hung low from his shoulders. He stared at the ground below him. Then he fell to the snow and he stood there for a second, still staring down, head still hung. Aizawa's words hardly reached his ears through his thoughts and he lifted his head, glancing back at the lion. Blubbering was a rather ugly way to put it. He blinked the final tears from his clear blue eyes and flicked his gaze back at Izuku for a moment. It was time to go back to camp. He guessed that he could hope the young man would follow, but, if he didn't, Toshinori couldn't blame him.
Something held him back from leaving, though. He didn't want to go quite yet.
The serval stood, eyes darting from the disappearing Aizawa to the silent Izuku. He wasn't quite sure what to do. He and the lion had never gotten along well, and following him after that outburst only spelled trouble in his eyes. Surely he'd be made fun of (which he probably deserved, but you know), and he couldn't take that on top of the immense weight he was feeling. Even a simple tease would likely be enough to send him over the edge right now.
Toshinori took a breath. He felt as though he needed to answer some question unasked, but one that still hung heavily in the air. What had happened? But the serval wasn't sure that he could. At least, not right now, not here.... There were too many things going on at once.
"Are you going to head back, too, Midoriya?"
His question floated across the snow and rested there. His tone was crackling and raspy, but it held enough weight to make one's shoulders heavy. His sunken eyes looked even darker than usual. He wasn't in the best shape, that was for damn sure.
He could get through this though.
Right?
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