05-10-2018, 07:46 PM
Being a teacher had been stressful. If having a class full of teenagers hadn't already been enough, they had all had their own special abilities, or quirks, as they were called. They were always a rowdy bunch, eager to chase their dreams, though some of them fell short. It was always sad to see his teachings go to waste, and for the kids to lose their ambitions and settle for less. But it was what came with being a teacher, especially one like him, one that was a pro-hero teaching others how to be heroes themselves.
It was fulfilling, watching them improve and develop their skills. Aizawa, although he was always a bit cold or distant towards his students, really did enjoy teaching them. Otherwise he wouldn't have taken the job in the first place. But it got stressful. Things had turned bad quickly. In the end, he was unable to protect his students, and they died alongside him. He just hoped he wouldn't have to face them any time soon--he wasn't sure if he could take the guilt of seeing their faces again, knowing their eyes would be full of disappointment. Why didn't you save us? You're supposed to be a hero, they'd say, although not necessarily out loud. He didn't know if he could handle it.
Now that he wasn't really a teacher any longer, and that he had no obligation to look after them, he felt like there had been a large weight off his shoulders. But he could still feel it. Really, he didn't deserve to be a teacher, not after letting the students he was supposed to protect die. He had tried to help them until his own end--but it hadn't been enough. It was unrealistic to expect so much, but he still did. He wished he could have done more. Not only could he not save his students, but he couldn't save himself.
He's thankful he is no longer their teacher, only because he no longer deserved such a title. He could hardly withstand seeing Izuku and Ochaco's faces, their expressions always seeming to have that underlying message. Why didn't you do more?
It hurt more than the lion could say. It was hard enough, having to shoulder that burden alone. None knew where they came from, and he couldn't just tell the two about how he felt about letting them die like that. All these thoughts had burdened his mind that night, and that morning, he awoke feeling even more tired than usual. His eyelids hung heavier. His fur was ruffled (more than usual, anyway). Overall, his demeanor was different.
"SPEECH"
It was fulfilling, watching them improve and develop their skills. Aizawa, although he was always a bit cold or distant towards his students, really did enjoy teaching them. Otherwise he wouldn't have taken the job in the first place. But it got stressful. Things had turned bad quickly. In the end, he was unable to protect his students, and they died alongside him. He just hoped he wouldn't have to face them any time soon--he wasn't sure if he could take the guilt of seeing their faces again, knowing their eyes would be full of disappointment. Why didn't you save us? You're supposed to be a hero, they'd say, although not necessarily out loud. He didn't know if he could handle it.
Now that he wasn't really a teacher any longer, and that he had no obligation to look after them, he felt like there had been a large weight off his shoulders. But he could still feel it. Really, he didn't deserve to be a teacher, not after letting the students he was supposed to protect die. He had tried to help them until his own end--but it hadn't been enough. It was unrealistic to expect so much, but he still did. He wished he could have done more. Not only could he not save his students, but he couldn't save himself.
He's thankful he is no longer their teacher, only because he no longer deserved such a title. He could hardly withstand seeing Izuku and Ochaco's faces, their expressions always seeming to have that underlying message. Why didn't you do more?
It hurt more than the lion could say. It was hard enough, having to shoulder that burden alone. None knew where they came from, and he couldn't just tell the two about how he felt about letting them die like that. All these thoughts had burdened his mind that night, and that morning, he awoke feeling even more tired than usual. His eyelids hung heavier. His fur was ruffled (more than usual, anyway). Overall, his demeanor was different.
"SPEECH"