07-20-2018, 08:21 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
It seemed that Aizawa was finally done. The serval dared to look up just in time to catch the nod thrown his way. Then, they were on their way. He wondered if the lion had actually wanted to patrol, or if he had just needed an excuse to get Toshinori alone, so they could have this chat. After all, he didn't feel like he was actually doing much other than looking around, but... well. He supposed that was what a patrol was, actually. His gaze smouldered into the snow, embarrassed by his own thoughts.
Toshinori wished he could go back to the way things had been, too. But he was stuck in his final day. He couldn't move on from it, and he couldn't hardly remember back from it, either. At least, not until his head cleared a bit. All he did remember in the moment was how he and Aizawa hadn't gotten along very well while they had worked together.
Wasn't that funny.
He was content walking in silence. If he talked to Aizawa any more he felt like the last of his energy would be drained. He was so tired from not only the interrogation, but also his own lack of sleep and proper diet. He'd honestly just forgotten to do those things lately- it seemed as though Midoriya and himself were very similar after all. His paws were cold now, though. His bones seemed to ache. He wanted to curl up and sleep for one million years, but that wasn't quite realistic, was it?
When the lion broke the silence, his eyes widened. Tried to make up for it?
"You should have tried harder."
His statement was a paragon of hypocrisy. And yet, he felt entitled to it for a fleeting moment, the words gushing from him before he could close his jaws. He had hardly finished his sentence before he realized what he'd said, and a turmoil began to brew in his chest. Did he want to take it back? Aizawa would surely spit something back for it, and he would be in the right, but... well. Toshinori wanted to be angry.
"Real pros can overcome any obstacle. Neither you nor I did that, Shota," he rasped. "You can talk if you want. I'm done listening."
These weren't the right words to the say, but they were the words he wanted to say, somewhere inside of him. But they were out now, right or wrong, and after them he fell into an uncomfortable silence. His ears weren't sure if they wanted to lie flat or perk up with defiance. His cerulean gaze was hot enough to melt the snow he glared at. He kept walking.
Toshinori wished he could go back to the way things had been, too. But he was stuck in his final day. He couldn't move on from it, and he couldn't hardly remember back from it, either. At least, not until his head cleared a bit. All he did remember in the moment was how he and Aizawa hadn't gotten along very well while they had worked together.
Wasn't that funny.
He was content walking in silence. If he talked to Aizawa any more he felt like the last of his energy would be drained. He was so tired from not only the interrogation, but also his own lack of sleep and proper diet. He'd honestly just forgotten to do those things lately- it seemed as though Midoriya and himself were very similar after all. His paws were cold now, though. His bones seemed to ache. He wanted to curl up and sleep for one million years, but that wasn't quite realistic, was it?
When the lion broke the silence, his eyes widened. Tried to make up for it?
"You should have tried harder."
His statement was a paragon of hypocrisy. And yet, he felt entitled to it for a fleeting moment, the words gushing from him before he could close his jaws. He had hardly finished his sentence before he realized what he'd said, and a turmoil began to brew in his chest. Did he want to take it back? Aizawa would surely spit something back for it, and he would be in the right, but... well. Toshinori wanted to be angry.
"Real pros can overcome any obstacle. Neither you nor I did that, Shota," he rasped. "You can talk if you want. I'm done listening."
These weren't the right words to the say, but they were the words he wanted to say, somewhere inside of him. But they were out now, right or wrong, and after them he fell into an uncomfortable silence. His ears weren't sure if they wanted to lie flat or perk up with defiance. His cerulean gaze was hot enough to melt the snow he glared at. He kept walking.
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