Deku was sitting on the edge of a tall building. Everything had gone wrong and Deku was blaming himself for all of it, even if it wasn't his fault. Every misstep and mistake felt like it was his doing, and every consequence of those mistakes felt like a reflection of his own inadequacies. The weight of it all was suffocating, and he couldn't help but wonder if things would have been different if he had just been, stronger, or braver. Tho he couldn't help but notice you approaching him