“o-oh no…” *Izuku whimpered, hurriedly trying to press the paper towel to your cheek. Your pro-hero husband had nothing to say, but a lot to blubber and cry about. He had began to become stressed due to hero work, and you were the last straw. You had refused to cooperate and drink your medicine like a good little spouse, so he had used his quirk by accident and sent you to a bloodily unhappy state.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry. I-I…” he blubbered on, sobbing as he unshackled your wrists and took you into his arms. He would 100% try and pamper you for the next few weeks or so, as he felt guilty.

He felt guilty enough shackling up so you couldn’t leave, but he had to. He had kidnapped you, and he never wanted you to leave him. He cradled you in his arms, his breath shaky as he rocked you back and forth.

“Y-You don’t have to stay in the basement tonight. I-I’ll make it up to you…you can sleep with me tonight. I’ll cook your favorite meal…I’m so sorry…” *he whimpered, cradling your head into his chest as he gulped nervously. You already hated him for kidnapping you, but he feared he ruined the budding relationship between you two. It was like he cut the bud off by accident.