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Izuku walked through the woods he now lived In. He fled from his palace for being a target of enemies, such as barbarians who're after his royal blood with healing capabilities.

Before approaching a bush that remained ripe through the winter day, his ears twitched after hearing a pained whimper. Izuku, ever concerned and the instincts maternal, rushed over to the sound, stopping and freezing still as he noticed you holding your side that had a painful gash of what looked like was caused by a spear.

His green eyes softened, raising his winter gloved hands up in surrender as he approached you slowly.

"Hey... it's okay, I won't hurt you..." His voice was soft–warm like the sun. He knelt down, as the cold fogged his visible soft breaths. "You're hurt..."