07-18-2018, 11:51 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
/oh wow! it's hell time :- )
Seeing Izuku's body had destroyed him.
He'd known that he'd been loved. He'd known that he'd had the support of nearly every pro hero he could name. And yet, he had thrown it all away. Why? Because his student had been killed in cold blood and it was all his fault. He could remember clearly the feeling upon seeing the pool of blood and the young man it oozed from. His legs had gone numb. He had collapsed to his knees, but the impact with the pavement didn't hurt. He didn't quite feel it at all, really. His chest had squeezed to the point he thought he might pass out, and every single fiber in every single muscle in his body felt weak.
And then he had given up.
He had thrown his support away, thrown away the hopes that might have remained if he had simply tried a little harder, because he knew he had failed. Perhaps, if he had been more strict with Izuku, it wouldn't have happened. Made sure he didn't rush into things unprepared or without thinking first at least. Made sure he knew the weight that some of the villains carried, villains that would ultimately be the death of them all. If only he had just been better, taught harder, been stricter on the child, then... maybe this wouldn't have happened. But he hadn't been stricter, and it had happened, and now... they were here.
The serval hadn't slept in a while. He hardly ate, only eating what he caught himself, which wasn't much. He was terribly unskilled in the world of hunting, but he didn't deserve the food that others caught. Not after what he'd failed to do. Toshinori grew scrawnier beneath his oversized sweater, eyes sinking farther back in his face day by day. But he was fine with it. He couldn't get over the memories of the deaths and the codes that had been forced out of them, things he lived by now with no exceptions. But really, he wasn't the important one right now (if he was honest, he didn't think he'd be of too much importance ever again). He needed to find Midoriya.
There was a lot to explain, if he even wanted to hear it. How... things... had gone, why Aizawa was so mad at the serval, why he was so unmistakably sorry for everything. After all, the blame fell on his shoulders and his alone. If only he had gotten there sooner, tried harder, taught harsher... but, he could dwell on it all later. The serval was busy snooping through cabins and shops, trying to locate the one he'd come to earlier that day. Izuku's tea shop, or something along those lines. If he was honest, he couldn't recall it it actually had a name or not.
"Midoriya-shounen!" Toshinori called into the frosty air. His words became clouds of hot breath in front of him. "Where are you?"
If he was honest with himself, he wasn't quite sure he was ready to have this chat or not. He could hardly look his student (former student?) in the eyes. How did he expect himself to utter a single word about the deaths of his classmates?
Well. He supposed he'd figure it out.
Seeing Izuku's body had destroyed him.
He'd known that he'd been loved. He'd known that he'd had the support of nearly every pro hero he could name. And yet, he had thrown it all away. Why? Because his student had been killed in cold blood and it was all his fault. He could remember clearly the feeling upon seeing the pool of blood and the young man it oozed from. His legs had gone numb. He had collapsed to his knees, but the impact with the pavement didn't hurt. He didn't quite feel it at all, really. His chest had squeezed to the point he thought he might pass out, and every single fiber in every single muscle in his body felt weak.
And then he had given up.
He had thrown his support away, thrown away the hopes that might have remained if he had simply tried a little harder, because he knew he had failed. Perhaps, if he had been more strict with Izuku, it wouldn't have happened. Made sure he didn't rush into things unprepared or without thinking first at least. Made sure he knew the weight that some of the villains carried, villains that would ultimately be the death of them all. If only he had just been better, taught harder, been stricter on the child, then... maybe this wouldn't have happened. But he hadn't been stricter, and it had happened, and now... they were here.
The serval hadn't slept in a while. He hardly ate, only eating what he caught himself, which wasn't much. He was terribly unskilled in the world of hunting, but he didn't deserve the food that others caught. Not after what he'd failed to do. Toshinori grew scrawnier beneath his oversized sweater, eyes sinking farther back in his face day by day. But he was fine with it. He couldn't get over the memories of the deaths and the codes that had been forced out of them, things he lived by now with no exceptions. But really, he wasn't the important one right now (if he was honest, he didn't think he'd be of too much importance ever again). He needed to find Midoriya.
There was a lot to explain, if he even wanted to hear it. How... things... had gone, why Aizawa was so mad at the serval, why he was so unmistakably sorry for everything. After all, the blame fell on his shoulders and his alone. If only he had gotten there sooner, tried harder, taught harsher... but, he could dwell on it all later. The serval was busy snooping through cabins and shops, trying to locate the one he'd come to earlier that day. Izuku's tea shop, or something along those lines. If he was honest, he couldn't recall it it actually had a name or not.
"Midoriya-shounen!" Toshinori called into the frosty air. His words became clouds of hot breath in front of him. "Where are you?"
If he was honest with himself, he wasn't quite sure he was ready to have this chat or not. He could hardly look his student (former student?) in the eyes. How did he expect himself to utter a single word about the deaths of his classmates?
Well. He supposed he'd figure it out.
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