07-22-2018, 10:40 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
The serval was exhausted. His lethargy ran bone-deep. He could feel the ache in his skeleton, the reluctant groan of his muscles each time he moved. He knew why he felt this way, though. Not only had he basically stopped eating, but the grief and what-if's of the day he died had been haunting him each time he dared close his eyes. Here he'd thought he'd been doing even slightly better, but... well, progress was slow, he supposed. He'd tried to stop letting it show through, though, after he and Aizawa had... talked. But, he couldn't hide these things forever.
Toshinori had taken up a hobby, though. He had no idea where he'd gotten his materials. He couldn't remember things as clearly as he did when he wasn't dead tired all the time, but that was to be expected. He knew that he was in bad shape, he just wasn't all that concerned with it, at least not right now. The serval was a bit too much like Izuku in that respect, he supposed, but he pushed that thought to the far back of his mind. He was supposed to be setting an example, wasn't he? Wasn't he supposed to be actually take care of himself? ...Oh well. He would eventually. He was getting off track.
The serval had found bits of clay and a few paints, and along with those his true passion: arts and crafts.
Toshinori's style was very... muddled. Everything he created looked like the work of a child, but he didn't seem to care. He had brightly-colored red, yellow, and blue paperweights and similar things. He'd even managed to find things to draw pictures with! He'd drawn mostly pictures of the few plants he'd managed to see around the territory, and they were very iconic and childish, but that was okay. He was keeping his mind busy! He wasn't thinking about how he had utterly failed in his job at a hero, letting all those around him down for purely selfish reasons and ultimately causing their deaths. He wasn't thinking about that at all.
The serval had picked out a new chunk of clay, which he clawed at furiously for a moment before forming the pieces into an amorphous blob.
Toshinori had taken up a hobby, though. He had no idea where he'd gotten his materials. He couldn't remember things as clearly as he did when he wasn't dead tired all the time, but that was to be expected. He knew that he was in bad shape, he just wasn't all that concerned with it, at least not right now. The serval was a bit too much like Izuku in that respect, he supposed, but he pushed that thought to the far back of his mind. He was supposed to be setting an example, wasn't he? Wasn't he supposed to be actually take care of himself? ...Oh well. He would eventually. He was getting off track.
The serval had found bits of clay and a few paints, and along with those his true passion: arts and crafts.
Toshinori's style was very... muddled. Everything he created looked like the work of a child, but he didn't seem to care. He had brightly-colored red, yellow, and blue paperweights and similar things. He'd even managed to find things to draw pictures with! He'd drawn mostly pictures of the few plants he'd managed to see around the territory, and they were very iconic and childish, but that was okay. He was keeping his mind busy! He wasn't thinking about how he had utterly failed in his job at a hero, letting all those around him down for purely selfish reasons and ultimately causing their deaths. He wasn't thinking about that at all.
The serval had picked out a new chunk of clay, which he clawed at furiously for a moment before forming the pieces into an amorphous blob.
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