I tried to translate this one shot I wrote. I posted it on tumblr and wanted to posted it here too. I changed some little bits. Hope it's understandable and the sentences make sense. I have a very basic english so if you saw a gramatical mistakes or something don't hesitate to tell me! :)
It shouldn't have been like this.
It was not supossed to be like this.
Toshinori Yagi, who until recently had been the number one hero, felt so powerless, so guilty, so... so empty right now.
He should have seen this come, he must have paid more attention to Izuku. Oh Izuku! The poor boy had been beared such a heavy burden during the past days...
Izuku, that stubborn and optimist boy. Toshinori must have known, he should have known that the boy would be going to sacrifice everything for him.
Izuku had promised to change the fate Nighteye predicted. And he did! Wow he really did. That brave little hero kept his promise until the end. Against all odds, Izuku changed the 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 heavy sobs while he was holding a sweater that belonged to his deceased student. He held it against his chest, holding Izuku's sweater strongly, clenching his fists so hard his knots turned white.
He couldn't save his student. He coulnd't save his succesor. Pathetic. That timid, yet brave boy who admired him and idolized him so much. That boy who had been there for him all this time. The student he had start to love like a son...
Instead the boy saved him once again. Putting his body between that villain, Ovehaul, and him, Izuku took the fatal blow. It was brutal. The police did not even where able to find the corpse complete...
That destiny who was meant for Toshinori, Izuku twisted it for him.
Izuku...
And it hurt. It hurt so much to be in Izuku's room. That room all covered of posters and merchandise of All Might was the perfect reminder of his failure as a hero. Of his failure as a mentor...
That boy loved and adored him so much.
And yet, he failed him.
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 bear, even right now...
He had failed to Inko.
He had failed to Izuku.
Perhaps, if someone could tell Toshinori how happy the boy 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 a father figure, as his father, Toshinori would find some sort of 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 …
Forgive me.