07-22-2018, 01:24 AM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Toshinori was pretty fond of birthdays. As a kid, each year he'd had a pretty nice birthday bash to celebrate his aging. He'd gotten fun toys, mostly hero figurines and American comic books, almost every year until he'd turned eighteen. Things had stopped celebrating quite as much by then, but that was fine with him, too. In his more recent years he had stopped celebrating them as much- his 'parties' (if you could call them that) were very under the radar, with only his closest friends attending if anything happened at all. He liked the milestone birthdays, though. His 20th, 30th, and so on. But.. it all became a bit monotonous with age.
Of course he knew Izuku's birthday. The young man had told him in something of an information dump, when they were still getting to know each other a bit better. Toshinori had felt that, if he didn't celebrate with him, it would be some sort of crime. He was Izuku's mentor, but he was also his idol, and he knew that. How could he skip out?
Unfortunately, Toshinori had missed the date, somehow. He figured he must have been in limbo or something, the state between his death as All Might and his resurrection as... a serval. Apparently, though, the Frosthealer had been out sick, so maybe it wasn't... all bad. Not that he wanted Midoriya to be sick, not in the slightest, but at least they had both missed his birthday.
The serval had been planning on being the first one to his successor on that day, but it seemed like he'd already failed. Kirishima had beat him to the punch, and with something knitted, too? Toshinori's gaze fell steeply to the gift he was carrying in his mouth. It looked... a bit sad. Poorly wrapped in old papers he had found strewn about cabins, hardly sticking together with whatever he could find. Not to mention the gift inside. Would Izuku even... would he even like it? Doubt settled in his chest, but he kept moving on to where the maned wolf had stopped.
"Midoriya-shonen!" the serval chimed in greeting, his voice muffled by the gift he carried. "Kirishima-shonen," he added with a nod to the canine. But then, he turned back to the birthday boy, and dropped the wrapped present into the snow. He couldn't say what he wanted if he had to speak through the thing the whole time.
"I know it's a bit late, but... I also have a gift for you!" His tone went from soft and nearly sentimental to his usual booming cheeriness between the phrases, it seemed. He sported a grin despite the uncertainty he'd started to feel. His paws tapped into the snow impatiently, ears twitching with a nervous energy. He needed to calm down a bit- it was just a gift, after all.
Of course he knew Izuku's birthday. The young man had told him in something of an information dump, when they were still getting to know each other a bit better. Toshinori had felt that, if he didn't celebrate with him, it would be some sort of crime. He was Izuku's mentor, but he was also his idol, and he knew that. How could he skip out?
Unfortunately, Toshinori had missed the date, somehow. He figured he must have been in limbo or something, the state between his death as All Might and his resurrection as... a serval. Apparently, though, the Frosthealer had been out sick, so maybe it wasn't... all bad. Not that he wanted Midoriya to be sick, not in the slightest, but at least they had both missed his birthday.
The serval had been planning on being the first one to his successor on that day, but it seemed like he'd already failed. Kirishima had beat him to the punch, and with something knitted, too? Toshinori's gaze fell steeply to the gift he was carrying in his mouth. It looked... a bit sad. Poorly wrapped in old papers he had found strewn about cabins, hardly sticking together with whatever he could find. Not to mention the gift inside. Would Izuku even... would he even like it? Doubt settled in his chest, but he kept moving on to where the maned wolf had stopped.
"Midoriya-shonen!" the serval chimed in greeting, his voice muffled by the gift he carried. "Kirishima-shonen," he added with a nod to the canine. But then, he turned back to the birthday boy, and dropped the wrapped present into the snow. He couldn't say what he wanted if he had to speak through the thing the whole time.
"I know it's a bit late, but... I also have a gift for you!" His tone went from soft and nearly sentimental to his usual booming cheeriness between the phrases, it seemed. He sported a grin despite the uncertainty he'd started to feel. His paws tapped into the snow impatiently, ears twitching with a nervous energy. He needed to calm down a bit- it was just a gift, after all.
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