Toshinori smiled when Izuku did, his own more of a grimace of pain than the bright grin he was known for. He moved his free hand to Izuku’s cheek, touching it softly “I know.” he said softly “I know you are.” it seemed wrong to say ‘you’re welcome.’ Too egotistical, too selfish.
“My boy. It’s okay. I promise, it’s okay.” voice still soft, gentle, despite the bubbling of blood and saliva in his throat. He carefully pulled the teen forward , leaning his forehead against the other’s, his eyes closing “My boy. I want you to know…” the old man trailed off. He knew what the doctors had said, and knew they’d probably told Midoriya the same, but he still wanted to try. To do his best. Nothing was hopeless in this world. Izuku had proven that to him time and time again.
“My boy…” he mumbled “I love you. So much. You’ve been like a son to me during our time together, and…y-you gave me the strength to keep living, after I’d given up on everything.” Toshinori just pet Izuku’s hair, trying his best to comfort him “However, in situations like these…There are certain things you’re required to do.” continued, fingers curling into those wavy green locks, his body tensing as a coughing fit overwhelmed him for a moment.
“They had me sign….papers. To decide what should happen in case of the worst.” he leaned away to look at Izuku, his expression serious “If I become unresponsive…If I…fall into a coma for instance….their orders are to…not resuscitate me.” he looked away for a moment “Not because I don’t want to live but…because trying to bring me back would do more damage to my body that I wouldn’t be able to handle. Attempting to resuscitate me would more than likely simply…kill me faster.” he explained, slowly leaning back into the bed once more, already exhausted from sitting up, even for such a short time.
“They also…had me fill out a will; as I hadn’t had one officially stated yet.”
He knew he meant well, promising him things were going to be alright. Sure, the world would keep turning even though he wouldn’t be there, but the young adult didn’t want that. Maybe he was being selfish, though no one wants someone to die. His thoughts seemed justified enough. Sighing, he leaned into the other’s touch, appreciative of him still caring for him in his ill state.
As their foreheads suddenly met, the boy inhaled sharply, frightened that he was most likely using what little strength he had left. He was about to order him to lay back down, but the moment he spoke again, he stayed quiet, his friend sounding serious. The least he could do was use his other arm to help him stay up, that way he wouldn’t be hurting as much.
Izuku felt honored. For him to be like a son… it meant so much to him. As a child, he idolized him to no end, and now, they were so, so close to one another. They’ve come so far, their journey having many tales to tell. The boy’s breathing hitched as he tried to stop himself from sobbing once more. If it was any consolation, it was relaxing having his hero mess with his hair. How did he manage to have someone as amazing as him to be apart of his life? Before having a chance to respond, he was lost with Toshi’s choice of words. He soon grew quiet, yet that was replaced quickly by the coughing. All he could do was rub his back to comfort him, hoping to ease the discomfort.
“L-Like what?” He managed to spit out. At that moment, his heart dropped. Worst case scenario? What made the conversation more stressful, was the fact that he had pulled away slightly, which left Izuku with no other option but to face him and look into his eyes. These were questions he was thinking about asking, but now, he was numb by the answers. They were logical, of course he wouldn’t want him to suffer, but he wanted him to have a fighting chance. Anything to keep such a good soul alive longer.
“Be… before you carry on, I just… want you to know that I-I respect your wishes. I don’t want you to be in pain... I only want what’s best for you. And no matter what, I’ll be right here by your side. I won’t let you be alone, I promise. You’ve always been there for me, now it’s… now it’s my turn. After all, y-you’ve been like a father to me, T-Toshi...” he struggled to say his name, but forced it out, wanting his monologue to be personal. Gently raising the man’s hand, Midoriya rested his forehead upon it, closing his eyes. “...and I love you too. I could have never asked for a better mentor and f-father figure.”
Taking a moment to recollect, he eventually lowered the man’s hand, ready to move forward with their conversation. “If you don’t mind me asking... what’s... in your will?”
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