07-20-2018, 08:55 PM
He had spent a lot of time wondering and thinking. He thought about what he could have done differently, what could have turned out better if he had just worked harder. His students' safety had been his top priority, and yet they had still died, they were still left in this situation. So the prospect of trying harder was no new thing to him. He had thought over all these what-ifs multiple times before. But it didn't make Toshinori's words hit any less.
Probably because Aizawa knew he was right, or at least believed he was. Hearing it said out loud just strengthened his belief, his doubt in himself. His steps faltered slightly, but he quickly regains his composure, the fur along his spine prickling slightly. He can feel the heat of rage rising in his chest, blood rushing in his ears as his claws extend and dig into the snow as he walks, but he tries to keep himself calm. For once, ever since he came here, he tries to keep himself from bursting out.
He had been good at that, concealing his emotions and making himself look a lot more calm and collected than he felt. But now, ever since those events, he had found it harder to do so. Stress had become a close friend, and hiding his feelings had become a lot harder. He was thankful he didn't physically lash out right then and there. Instead he manages to keep his voice somewhat even, although a bit darker than usual.
"Me, try harder? That may be true, but it's still comical coming from you of all people,"
He considers his next words carefully, still walking in front of the serval, eyes darting along the landscape. "I may not have overcome it, but at least I tried, Toshinori. I tried my damn hardest, and that's more than you can say. You always made it seem so easy," his nose wrinkles, face contorting although the other male can't see it.
The lion wasn't looking for a fight, not necessarily, but he'd be damned if he stepped down if Toshinori made a challenge. At this point, with the tension in the air, he was more than riled up enough for a scuffle.
"SPEECH"
Probably because Aizawa knew he was right, or at least believed he was. Hearing it said out loud just strengthened his belief, his doubt in himself. His steps faltered slightly, but he quickly regains his composure, the fur along his spine prickling slightly. He can feel the heat of rage rising in his chest, blood rushing in his ears as his claws extend and dig into the snow as he walks, but he tries to keep himself calm. For once, ever since he came here, he tries to keep himself from bursting out.
He had been good at that, concealing his emotions and making himself look a lot more calm and collected than he felt. But now, ever since those events, he had found it harder to do so. Stress had become a close friend, and hiding his feelings had become a lot harder. He was thankful he didn't physically lash out right then and there. Instead he manages to keep his voice somewhat even, although a bit darker than usual.
"Me, try harder? That may be true, but it's still comical coming from you of all people,"
He considers his next words carefully, still walking in front of the serval, eyes darting along the landscape. "I may not have overcome it, but at least I tried, Toshinori. I tried my damn hardest, and that's more than you can say. You always made it seem so easy," his nose wrinkles, face contorting although the other male can't see it.
The lion wasn't looking for a fight, not necessarily, but he'd be damned if he stepped down if Toshinori made a challenge. At this point, with the tension in the air, he was more than riled up enough for a scuffle.
"SPEECH"