death warmed up

“It’s not going to heal.”

Tenko said.  He didn’t sound like a child.  He wasn’t even sure he looked like a child anymore. 

Tenko had really smiled when he saw the boy in front of him. The long cloth around his neck, the black suit, it must have been a hero. Finally, he waited for so long. He sat up a little bit from where he was hunched and leaning against a wall, and tried tor each his hand out before he remembered…

What happened when he tried to touch other people.  Tenko swallowed, but his mouth was dry. 

“Are you a hero? W-well… I’m a villain. So you should probably just beat me up.” 

❝Everything heals, you just have to give it enough time.❞ 

          There may be scars left behind, but nothing stayed open and raw forever. His gaze shifted to the child’s hand, about to take it as a means to help him up, but the hesitation was noted and Shouta didn’t insist. He looked uncomfortable enough as it was.

❝Not yet, I’m still in training.❞ His expression deadpanned at the term ‘villain’. Villains came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, he knew that, but Shouta felt his curiosity tug over why someone so young still would refer to themselves as one.

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                People scream when he races by, a streak of blue and white. Some people meet their demise from a deadly sweep of claws and teeth if they deliberately engage him. Claws stronger than most metals crack cement, leaving long gashes in brickwork as he scales a building to curl up on a low-hanging balcony. 

                Most people don’t think to look up, too concerned with their own lives. Most of them won’t be able to see a hollow, anyway. He’s not of their world, and if they have any spiritual sensitivity at all, he just might make them his next meal. 

                Cotes Ward is just one portion of this city he hasn’t seen before, and for some reason, he can’t open up a garganta to go back to Hueco Mundo. This section of the city seems to be less active than other parts, perhaps because so many people have vacated while traveling from place to place. At that point, he smells someone as he catches the sound of their footfalls against the asphalt.

                Ears flick forward as he peers down at the kid approaching the balcony. His long tail curls between the bars and he tenses up somewhat as they make eye contact. Rolling to his feet, the great feline leaps over the railing and lands on the street below. 

                “You can see me?”

                His voice is more of a deep and guttural growl, rolling from his chest as his lips curl to reveal tapered fangs. The jaguar begins to pace a gradual circle around the lone teen, ghostly tail slowly waving. He stops behind him, eyes narrowing. 

                “Pretty stupid for a kid to be here.” His sarcastic drawl is lost in the growled timbre, snout crinkling slightly.

                This kid isn’t a threat. Regardless, he remains alert. 

          Shouta had never seen anything quite like it, a Jaguar or Panther maybe, ensconced in an armour of smooth cartilage, and he was accustomed to seeing allsorts in a quirk society. It’s so cool! He can’t help but think to himself. Everything about the feline screamed wilderness and danger, even while resting on abandoned balcony railings, but his curiosity got the better of the young Hero in training, uncharacteristically tossing his caution to the wind as he took a few steps closer from below. 

          It was strange how no one else seemed to pay it much mind, it was certainly big enough and imposing enough. Daring another few steps forward, Shouta froze in place when azure eyes slid open from slumber and glowered down straight at him. He jumped back some as it landed on the ground, graceful...predatory, despite his wide eyed admiration he pulled at the capture weapon around his neck, uncurling just enough of the fabric for a hasty exit if things turned awry. 

❝Yeah, I can see you.❞ 

❝You’re sort of hard to miss.❞ He felt himself bristle at the threat, retreating into hunched shoulders. Ah, he really hoped the cat didn’t try to bite him, all he’d wanted was a closer look at it.

❝Are you hurt?❞

          Keeping his distance as to not spook the little kid, Shouta crouched, arms wrapped around his knees as he studied the injuries lining the other boy’s face. Scars of varying degrees of age and, most notably for now, a split lip trickling blood. Still crouching, he bumbled a few steps forward, slowly. 

Alright alright alright alright!

For this event, Aizawa is baby ( 16 ) it’s pre-Oboro death, so he hasn’t hit the depths of depression yet, yay. Here’s his info:

Shōta Aizawa , aspiring pro hero , lover of cats and sleep and children

Will one day grow into everyone’s favourite disheveled terror sensei with a heart of gold.

For now he’s just an uncertain kid trying to find his place in the hero world.

He actually smiles sometimes and it’s glorious.

Those early days where he still bothered with basic personal grooming.

Feeling very lost without his two sunshine boys around to force him to human properly.

Hello Class A & B students, he has no idea who you are, sorry!

Just because he’s only 16 doesn’t mean he won’t try to dad you anyway, he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. Don’t point it out to him either, he’ll hit you.