6 for toshi. You know me you can’t expect much else.
I'm making this ANGST because you didn't specify :)
700 words|| Based a few weeks after Nana's death :3
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Feet pounded against the wet asphalt, a boy who had lost someone again, a boy who ran from all he feared running once again. It's therapeutic in a sense, the way his heart could beat right out of his chest, the feeling of his lungs squeezing painfully with each step. It was almost like training with Oshi- Nana. Training with Nana. She was no longer his teacher, just another poor soul who fell due to what he felt was a curse that followed him his entire life. His father, his mother, now Nana, all gone in the span of a few years. All he had left was- Was-
Toshinori practically collapsed at the door to the apartment, having raced up concrete steps and speeding past the receptionist that knew him all too well by now when he came searching for his mentors. His hands hesitated at the door, snot and tears running down his distraught face mixed with the fear of being refused. He didn't have anyone else to cry to about Nana. Shuzenji-Sensei was busy at the hospital and he wasn't particularly close with any of his classmates, this was quite literally his only option. He didn't even get much time to back out since the door swung open due to his choked cries.
Gran Torino stood there in his pajamas- a wife beater and sweatpants- and looking about ready to snap at whoever was soliciting his door until his gaze locked onto Toshinori in a pathetic ball at his door. The kid couldn't help but wince at how stupid he must look. "Hi, Torino-Sensei…" His voice is raspy and dry, the tears only came down harder when it cracked. He should've just stayed at the UA dorms, at least then he wouldn't be embarrassing himself like this-
"Come inside, Brat." Despite how rude the words were, his tone wasn't as harsh. It was almost…. gentler. Not sympathetic, but not apathetic either. Like he had also been worn down by the pain of the woman's passing and needed company as well, understandable considering their history. Still, Toshinori can't help but feel out of place as he collects himself to enter the bare apartment.
The silence is awkward, neither man knowing how to necessarily get along since… since that day. Since the one person that could get them to get along and be normal to each other for even a little bit had left them, but today there was no malice directed toward one another, no.
"Water?" His teachers voice cracks through the air like a whip in a heavy tone, Toshinori's head quickly shaking as he tries to speak clearly.
"No I'm- Sorry I shouldn't have intruded it's just- I just- Everything is just so much harder at UA and I… I miss her so much Torino-Sensei- And it's all- 's all my fault that sh- She's DEAD!" Sobs burst forth anew, the young mans body wracking uncontrollably with the emotion of failing probably the last person that would see him as something more than the clumsy idiot he had been all his life.
He expects the Jet-based hero to smack him, to yell or scold him about how heroes need to be stronger than their emotions, but it doesn't come. Instead he's pulled into a stiff side-hug, a foreign feeling that has the blonde youth tensing for several seconds. It's a trick, it has to be since the old geezer had never liked him, but-
But he's crying too. Even if his sobs aren't as loud or dramatic as Toshinori's, he can feel the teardrops patter onto his head. The fact that he finally had someone to share his grief only reinforced everything he was feeling, allowing him to finally collapse into the rare embrace.
The two were by no means as close as they used to be, but for the night they could pretend to get along as if Nana were scolding them for arguing. Tonight, they could cry, embrace Nana's memory as the last two people that truly knew her. Sorahiko Torino and Toshinori Yagi were not close by any means, but the presence of Nana seemed to be the only string that could pull them together.