#fooresight

make me draw stuff for you || STILL ACCEPTING.

That’s actually...kind of a cool quirk.

    THE CONTRACT IS FORGED

    ‘....you’re healing, and healing takes time.’

    He’d not known Nighteye very long. There was so much he’d wanted to say, too much, to the point where the weight of the time that he’d lost with the man seemed almost physical. It loomed over him, pressing, pressing, flattening him as he stood in front of the grave. It was arrogant to think someone like Sir would allow for words like that, but... but he’d heard so many kindnesses spoken of, so many whispers of how earnest and well-intended the man was despite his stark appearance. The angles and glares that he seemed entirely made up of were in apparent contrast with his innate personality. So.... So Izuku would let himself imagine those words. He’d let himself think that, despite what had happened, Nighteye would... he’d want him to cope, to move forward and grieve, to forgive what...

    “I... guess I really let you down... huh?”

    After all the work he’d done to solidify his internship, his desperation to prove that he was worthy, that he would be the torque that warped the future to his design-... he’d come up short. A race was determined by milliseconds- and he’d been left wanting, hadn’t he? When it boiled down to it, when people were counting on him, Izuku failed. Because if you didn’t succeed fully, if you didn’t win, what kind of hero were you? Maybe.... maybe he’d been listening to Kacchan too much. But was it wrong...?

    Healing...

    CLAP.

    He swatted himself on the cheeks. This wasn’t what he’d come here to say. This wasn’t what he’d come here to do. Tears in his eyes, Izuku looked down at the gravemarker, reaching up and aggressively wiping away tears. He was such a damn crybaby, even now-

Nana was doubled over, holding her stomach as she laughed heartily, tears leaking out the side of her eyes. Maybe it was only between the two of them that jokes at Toshinori and Sorahiko’s expense would really gain such traction-- she had known Wakaru for only a few days, but she knew she had found a friend for life.

His philosophy, his intensity, his love for this world and the importance of spirit; it seems young Toshi had found himself a good friend through the years.

    ‘ don ‘ t look so perplexed ! you look like you ‘ ve seen a ghost . ‘

                for all intents and purposes , she may as well had been one . the fortunes of the universe favored her , however , more so than she ‘ d care for . despite the unprompted introduction , nana held her gloved hand out to the man , giving her biggest smile .

IM CONCERNED

my icons, your muse! / accepting