[Toshinori kind of gapes at him for a moment. Because -- well, he knew that Aizawa had his intense moments, but it's kind of hard to put into words how intense it is, when someone looks into your eyes and says that kind of thing. To ask for someone to give themselves over, or to ask to be a part of them, that's... Jesus, that's pretty plus ultra of you, Shouta Aizawa.
He's never really had someone willing to devote so much. Is that what it's supposed to be like? A time where he can devote himself to something and it reach back? It's too good to be true, really, and Aizawa's offering it with a boldness that leaves him without words for a moment.
He decides then and there, with newfound confidence in Aizawa's endearingly intense speech. Standing up slowly, he looks across their mountains of work toward the anticipating man.]
I did have some time. And I did some thinking. Aaa... around the time I got hit upside the head by a dodgeball, actually, is around when I started coming to terms with what happened this morning.
[This is better when you're not glaring and stuttering at each other from over a cubicle, you know? Maybe it's risky at work, but it's pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things.]
I was told six years ago by Sir Nighteye... that I would be killed by a villain, in a terrible fight. It would be... messy, and it would happen six or seven years after the prediction. It was inevitable -- Nighteye's quirk is always accurate, and with every step, I draw closer to that day. I had leaped right for it, determined to at least get as much done as I could before that time would come.
[He stops in front of Aizawa -- looking down with that full foot of height on the other.]
But not so long ago, I told someone I would fight that fate... and I have every intention of doing it, even if it's hopeless and there will come a time I'm at the end of my rope. That kid, they told me that they'd help me fight, too. [I will twist fate with you...! Ha, what a good student. Aizawa surely knows just who brings that little smile across his face.] I would like to claw my way through life for as long as I can, for him and the others... And.
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He's never really had someone willing to devote so much. Is that what it's supposed to be like? A time where he can devote himself to something and it reach back? It's too good to be true, really, and Aizawa's offering it with a boldness that leaves him without words for a moment.
He decides then and there, with newfound confidence in Aizawa's endearingly intense speech. Standing up slowly, he looks across their mountains of work toward the anticipating man.]
I did have some time. And I did some thinking. Aaa... around the time I got hit upside the head by a dodgeball, actually, is around when I started coming to terms with what happened this morning.
[This is better when you're not glaring and stuttering at each other from over a cubicle, you know? Maybe it's risky at work, but it's pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things.]
I was told six years ago by Sir Nighteye... that I would be killed by a villain, in a terrible fight. It would be... messy, and it would happen six or seven years after the prediction. It was inevitable -- Nighteye's quirk is always accurate, and with every step, I draw closer to that day. I had leaped right for it, determined to at least get as much done as I could before that time would come.
[He stops in front of Aizawa -- looking down with that full foot of height on the other.]
But not so long ago, I told someone I would fight that fate... and I have every intention of doing it, even if it's hopeless and there will come a time I'm at the end of my rope. That kid, they told me that they'd help me fight, too. [I will twist fate with you...! Ha, what a good student. Aizawa surely knows just who brings that little smile across his face.] I would like to claw my way through life for as long as I can, for him and the others... And.