Well I was bored so I attempted to try and translate this sad dad might fic?/one shot I wrote, hope it's understandable and the sentences make sense. Also is the first fic I ever write so don't hesitate to throw the rotten tomatoes at me :p
I'm sorry.
He failed. He had failed him. He had failed both of them. He had sworn Inko Midoriya to protect the child who was meant to be the next Symbol of Peace. He had promised Izuku, to protect and raise him to become the hero he was meant to be.
Toshinori Yagi, who until recently had been the number one hero, felt so powerless, so guilty, so empty right now. He should have seen this come, he must have paid more attention to Izuku, oh Izuku! The poor boy beared such a heavy burden during the past days! He must have known, he should have known that the boy would be going to sacrifice everything for him. Izuku, that stubborn and optimist of a hero, he had promised to change fate! And he did! Wow he really did . That brave little hero kept his promise. Against all odds, he changed destiny. His beloved mentor was safe now. His beloved teacher was alive. But at what cost.
Heavy tears found their way through the cheeks of that man that once was called The Symbol of Peace. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! The bereaved man screamed in sobs while he was holding a sweater that belonged to the deceased young hero. He held it against his chest, clenching his fists so hard that his knots turned white. And it hurt. It hurt so much to be in the boy's room. That timid, yet brave boy who admired him and idolized him so much. It was a constant reminder that he, the once powerful hero All Might, failed to protect the person who admired him the most, his number one fan, his succesor. The boy he had grow to love as the son he never had. His son.
Toshinori didn't dare to came to Izuku's funeral. He couldn't face Inko Midoriya yet. He just couldn't. He knew he had to do that, he knew he had to face her, and not hide like a fucking coward. But he couldn't. The pain was too much to even bear it right now.
He had failed Inko.
He had failed Izuku.
Perhaps, if someone could tell Toshinori how happy Izuku was, knowing he succeeded at saving that little girl, Eri, his heart would be less contrite. Maybe, if someone could tell him how happy the boy felt in his last moments of awareness, knowing that he saved the life of the man whom he viewed not just as his mentor but as the father he never had, his father, Toshinori would find some comfort. But no one could. No one but Izuku knew such things. Only Izuku could tell him. But Izuku was dead.
Instead, Toshinori stayed there, in the boy's room, clinging to that garment, clinging to that sweater, like his life depended on it, hoping to feel some of the essence of the young hero. As if hugging that piece of cloth was the same as hugging the boy, as if was the same as hugging his son.
I failed you, my boy...
I failed you Izuku ...
I'm sorry.