☠︎︎𝐷𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻'𝑠 𝑇𝑂𝑈𝐶𝐻.ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ☠︎︎

Awake

Toru woke up crying.

Not crying like, "a tear rolled down my face" crying, but like a full-on SOBBING crying.

Toru gasped, coughed, and pulled at her hair.
She had so many emotions. Too many emotions.

She recognized the voice. The old voice that had spoken to her many, many times. She can't remember where she's heard the voice before or who exactly is speaking, but she remembers how many times she's heard it.
"I- dead- I kill- Tomura- I-." She tried.

Not soon after her crying turned into screaming and her coughing evolved from "kid with asthma" to "78 year old dying" Aizawa decided that it was his time to step in and do some comforting.

"Hey hey, calm down kid." He said in his best dad voice.

Thanks Shota:)

Toru had never felt like this. Maybe once at the hospital, but it wasn't like this.

"I killed- he- my br-" Toru can't speak and she's hating that she's crying.

"I know, he's gone. There's nothing we can do, and it hurts." Aizawa admits. He's not a people person, he doesn't know how to have an actual active conversation with many people- he can't relate to people. But he can relate to loss.

Toru's panic attack calms down a little, still crying and less coughing.

Aizawa takes a deep breath and sits himself down on the floor. "I'm not used to comforting people, and I'm not going to tell you that everything is going to be fine."

Toru's hands turn into fists, almost pulling the blanket off her feet.

"Right now things aren't going to be okay, I don't know how long it'll take for you to feel okay."

Toru breathes out, rolling her shoulders, "B-but it will get better... r-right?" She attempts a smile, though it comes out as more of a frown.

"Yes. Eventually."