04-16-2018, 12:54 AM
At first, all he remembers is screaming.
He can't see anything, blinded by smog and smoke. He isn't sure if it's him screaming, or his students around him. Then there's a blinding pain. Maybe it had been there all along, he doesn't know. But it's enough to make him fall forward, landing sprawled out on the ground with no energy to get up and continue. He wants to, and he tries to, but he's helpless. He's submitted to this fate, unable to help the students around him. He's a hero. He tells himself that he's supposed to be better than that, that he needed to try harder. Still, by that point his arms had stopped listening to him. It all goes black.
Aizawa wakes up yelling. Or maybe roaring. The guttural growl of his noise surprises him, making him stop short. His mind is hazy and he can barely recall the dream he had just woken up from. A dream? It felt more familiar than a dream, but his head hurts too much for him to try and piece it all together just yet. Not only is his head killing him, his body feels even worse, a near immobilizing pain running through his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a shiny red liquid among the grass.
His stomach is in knots. He glances around frantically, unsure where he was, or what had happened. Usually he had a calm composure, but now, with all the unknowns racing through his mind, it was difficult to keep it.
"SPEECH"
He can't see anything, blinded by smog and smoke. He isn't sure if it's him screaming, or his students around him. Then there's a blinding pain. Maybe it had been there all along, he doesn't know. But it's enough to make him fall forward, landing sprawled out on the ground with no energy to get up and continue. He wants to, and he tries to, but he's helpless. He's submitted to this fate, unable to help the students around him. He's a hero. He tells himself that he's supposed to be better than that, that he needed to try harder. Still, by that point his arms had stopped listening to him. It all goes black.
Aizawa wakes up yelling. Or maybe roaring. The guttural growl of his noise surprises him, making him stop short. His mind is hazy and he can barely recall the dream he had just woken up from. A dream? It felt more familiar than a dream, but his head hurts too much for him to try and piece it all together just yet. Not only is his head killing him, his body feels even worse, a near immobilizing pain running through his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a shiny red liquid among the grass.
His stomach is in knots. He glances around frantically, unsure where he was, or what had happened. Usually he had a calm composure, but now, with all the unknowns racing through his mind, it was difficult to keep it.
"SPEECH"