07-18-2018, 04:54 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Aizawa had always been intimidating. Not only did he have the power to erase quirks (though temporarily), but he was... creepy, no-emotions-except-annoyance Aizawa. Though Toshinori couldn't imagine ever having to fight him, he was certainly a dangerous opponent if it ever came to that.
Previously, the serval hadn't thought that he would even be contemplating counter-attacks and such, but after the events of his joining he couldn't help but think of it at least. The lion was bigger than he was, and he didn't have any power left- he wasn't even sure that their quirks transferred into this world, but even if they did, he knew it wouldn't matter anyway. Toshinori was weak either way.
Still, it wasn't a great thing to let his mind wander into that more violent territory. It wasn't like he wanted to fight, it was just that if it ever came to it, he felt he needed to be a little prepared. The serval much preferred talking in this form, though. Communication was key.
Of course, talking meant facing the other man, and that was something he still wasn't sure he wanted to do. After giving up, failing miserably, and selfishly throwing away the last shreds of hope his students and peers had... well, Aizawa had every right to be furious with him. He needed to do something to make up for it, since apologies would never be enough. He did have his limits, though.
For example, he had a strong opposition to the patrol that he was apparently going on.
Though the words passed through his ears, Toshinori didn't move from his spot. He owed Aizawa a lot, but he didn't feel like giving up his life again. Of course, the first time he'd died, it had been because of purely selfish reasons, and had caused a deadly domino effect, but... he realized how awful his reasoning was. It would probably be better if he was dead after all. But that didn't mean he wanted to be.
"Go find someone else. You hate my guts anyway."
Cerulean orbs burned up at Aizawa, but he was... nervous. This probably wasn't the right decision to make, protesting his leaving, but he didn't want to die or disappear under mysterious circumstances or something like that.
Previously, the serval hadn't thought that he would even be contemplating counter-attacks and such, but after the events of his joining he couldn't help but think of it at least. The lion was bigger than he was, and he didn't have any power left- he wasn't even sure that their quirks transferred into this world, but even if they did, he knew it wouldn't matter anyway. Toshinori was weak either way.
Still, it wasn't a great thing to let his mind wander into that more violent territory. It wasn't like he wanted to fight, it was just that if it ever came to it, he felt he needed to be a little prepared. The serval much preferred talking in this form, though. Communication was key.
Of course, talking meant facing the other man, and that was something he still wasn't sure he wanted to do. After giving up, failing miserably, and selfishly throwing away the last shreds of hope his students and peers had... well, Aizawa had every right to be furious with him. He needed to do something to make up for it, since apologies would never be enough. He did have his limits, though.
For example, he had a strong opposition to the patrol that he was apparently going on.
Though the words passed through his ears, Toshinori didn't move from his spot. He owed Aizawa a lot, but he didn't feel like giving up his life again. Of course, the first time he'd died, it had been because of purely selfish reasons, and had caused a deadly domino effect, but... he realized how awful his reasoning was. It would probably be better if he was dead after all. But that didn't mean he wanted to be.
"Go find someone else. You hate my guts anyway."
Cerulean orbs burned up at Aizawa, but he was... nervous. This probably wasn't the right decision to make, protesting his leaving, but he didn't want to die or disappear under mysterious circumstances or something like that.
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