07-19-2018, 06:04 PM
Aizawa knew well enough that grief took a long time to heal, that this sort of trauma would be hard to get over. But he wouldn't just let him sit on his ass and feel sorry for himself. He wouldn't have when they were still alive, and he had tried, had tried countless times to get him back to his old self. Maybe then he could convince the students and other heroes to stop rushing into situations and getting themselves killed. Maybe he could have stopped the villains all together. But he had failed each time, possibly just driving him deeper into his depression. Sometimes he thought about what would have happened if he had just tried a little bit harder, had done more for him, or for the students. If he had just fought harder.
His ears flick back to listen as Toshinori explains things, a lot of it actually making sense. He had always felt like he and Izuku had a deeper relationship, a mentor and apprentice type thing, but he had always wondered how he could train him with the quirk the young boy had. Then, as he got better at using it, it had clicked. They must have been related, thus passing on All Might's quirk. Izuku's power was practically the same as his, after all. But somehow, this explanation made more sense. Except it also didn't because of how it had never been spoken of before, the art of passing quirks on to people who weren't related to you by blood.
Still, he could grasp the basic concept of what he was trying to say. "So, you're not Midoriya's father?" he asks once he's done speaking, not even thinking about how absurd his question might have sounded. If it weren't for the lack of snow crunching besides his own, he probably wouldn't have noticed Toshinori had stopped. But he did notice and stopped himself, turning his body around to face him.
"So, you sacrificed other people's lives because you were feeling sorry for yourself," the lion connects the last few pieces on his own, adding in the unspoken truth. It had been as he had thought then, and his face becomes visibly contorted, anger settling on his features. He wasn't one to visibly show his emotions, but considering what he had just been told, he figured it was only fair.
"SPEECH"
His ears flick back to listen as Toshinori explains things, a lot of it actually making sense. He had always felt like he and Izuku had a deeper relationship, a mentor and apprentice type thing, but he had always wondered how he could train him with the quirk the young boy had. Then, as he got better at using it, it had clicked. They must have been related, thus passing on All Might's quirk. Izuku's power was practically the same as his, after all. But somehow, this explanation made more sense. Except it also didn't because of how it had never been spoken of before, the art of passing quirks on to people who weren't related to you by blood.
Still, he could grasp the basic concept of what he was trying to say. "So, you're not Midoriya's father?" he asks once he's done speaking, not even thinking about how absurd his question might have sounded. If it weren't for the lack of snow crunching besides his own, he probably wouldn't have noticed Toshinori had stopped. But he did notice and stopped himself, turning his body around to face him.
"So, you sacrificed other people's lives because you were feeling sorry for yourself," the lion connects the last few pieces on his own, adding in the unspoken truth. It had been as he had thought then, and his face becomes visibly contorted, anger settling on his features. He wasn't one to visibly show his emotions, but considering what he had just been told, he figured it was only fair.
"SPEECH"