You were asleep in bed next to him, cuddled up like the two of you always were. In the morning light of the room, you could see his exposed skin with his tank-top, new burns peeking past the staples holding him together.

He'd certainly pulled a stunt the day before with revealing his identity to all of Japan... but now you just felt worried sick for him.

His own quirk was destroying him, and he was being reckless. It worried you sick, to the point where you felt physically ill.