I don't know what else to make of them. I don't know why Izuku's in them either.
[But those memories aren't the ones that hurt.
Reality seems like a far off memory, which is just ridiculous. He's sitting on a park bench eating popsicles with his teacher.
On second thought, that's a little weird, but not 'set himself on fire' weird.
The question comes and he hesitates. He's not sure.]
... Better than that day.
[That's the lowest possible bar, he's pretty sure. But he's definitely doing better than that. He hopes that day is obvious enough he doesn't have to admit to igniting himself in public.]
[Fortunately for Shouto, what he means by 'that day' certainly is pretty obvious, at least as far as Aizawa's concerned. No need to say it out loud, at any rate; Aizawa nods shortly, settling back against the bench and folding his arms with a small sigh.]
...That's good. To be frank, you didn't exactly look like you were in great shape when you left that time. Well, aside from the obvious--nobody much enjoys getting sprayed by a fire extinguisher, I'm sure. [A vague trace of dry humor there, mostly at his own expense, there and gone again.] ...I'm not going to ask what happened there, exactly. I get a feeling that something probably did, but you can talk about that on your own time, ideally with somebody you're comfortable with.
But talking to anybody is better than not talking at all, probably. As a suggestion. [And now Aizawa's slowly standing up off the bench, straightening his shirt.] --I think that's about it, on my end. Thanks for coming out here. If anything else related to you comes up on the memory front I'll probably be be letting you know again, though I'm hoping nothing does.
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[But those memories aren't the ones that hurt.
Reality seems like a far off memory, which is just ridiculous. He's sitting on a park bench eating popsicles with his teacher.
On second thought, that's a little weird, but not 'set himself on fire' weird.
The question comes and he hesitates. He's not sure.]
... Better than that day.
[That's the lowest possible bar, he's pretty sure. But he's definitely doing better than that. He hopes that day is obvious enough he doesn't have to admit to igniting himself in public.]
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...That's good. To be frank, you didn't exactly look like you were in great shape when you left that time. Well, aside from the obvious--nobody much enjoys getting sprayed by a fire extinguisher, I'm sure. [A vague trace of dry humor there, mostly at his own expense, there and gone again.] ...I'm not going to ask what happened there, exactly. I get a feeling that something probably did, but you can talk about that on your own time, ideally with somebody you're comfortable with.
But talking to anybody is better than not talking at all, probably. As a suggestion. [And now Aizawa's slowly standing up off the bench, straightening his shirt.] --I think that's about it, on my end. Thanks for coming out here. If anything else related to you comes up on the memory front I'll probably be be letting you know again, though I'm hoping nothing does.