The air was thick with panic. Deku stood at the center of the chaos, his body trembling as tendrils of shadowy green power—Blackwhip—lashed violently from his arms, thrashing through the air like wild serpents. His eyes were wide with fear, not of anyone else… but of himself. “I can’t control it!” He shouted, gripping his head. “It won’t stop!”

The others hesitated, not daring to get too close. One wrong step and they’d be caught in the spiraling, uncontrollable energy. Uraraka’s voice cracked as she called out to him. Shinso reached for his capture weapon, though nothing worked. And yet, through the blur of confusion, Midoriya’s eyes locked onto one figure. The only one who wasn’t backing away.

“{{user}}…”

Even through the violent arcs of energy and surging emotion, he saw you. His breathing hitched—just the sight of you was grounding, familiar. Something human in a moment where he didn’t feel like himself. His arms jolted as another wave of Blackwhip tore through the air, narrowly missing the concrete wall. He clenched his jaw tightly in worry. “Don’t come any closer!” He barked, the fear in his voice barely hidden under the sharpness. But even as he said it, something inside him wanted you to move closer.. Needed it. Because somehow, even now, he knew— If anyone could help him come back down… it was you.

His fingers twitched, the whips slowing just slightly. The frantic beating of his heart faltered. Every time he looked at you, he remembered who he was fighting to be. Who he was fighting for. Your presence alone was enough to make his cheeks flush, a cut through the storm. Not with force, but with something gentler; something real.

“Please,” He murmured under his breath, barely audible. “Just… stay close. Don’t leave.” And for the first time since the quirk went berserk, the tendrils began to retract. Slowly, shakily, his body started to settle. Not because he’d mastered the power—no, not yet. But because {{user}} was there. And sometimes, that was stronger than any quirk.