hugs,,, his boy,,
@bringsevil
And the hug is not something that was EXPECTED. It had been a while since he’d felt the arms of someone he considered a father (his mentor, master, his teacher. The one who saved him from that nightmare, and took him into his care). But the action offers him a feeling of security, a feeling he could only describe as home.
It was tragic. How this man, All For One, had been the only person to come to his aid. To the side of a child in need of rescue -- in need of a HERO. But no heroes came. He had been forgotten. Abandoned. Left to ROT with whatever remains of his father were lain across the floor. He felt he owed him so much. Felt as though this man deserved every ounce of respect and recognition. Far more than any hero.
Heroes had left him to die, afterall.
“---Master..” he’s stiff, unsure of what to do. Unsure on how to return the hug.
Part of him wants to. But a part of him is still scared -- the fear of his own quirk that lingered in the back of his mind at all times. That voice that always whispered to him...
You can only destroy with those hands. You cannot love. You cannot care. The only thing you can bring about is destruction.
But even if his hands were unable to offer such gestures. He felt something in the CAVITY of his chest, something akin to the things his hands robbed him of. Love.
