Izuku sat at your bedside, his green eyes filled with worry as he watched you try to sit up. He quickly leaned forward, placing a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Please, don’t push yourself,” he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. “You’re not okay, and we both know it.”

You tried to argue, but Izuku shook his head, his messy curls falling into his face as he looked down at his lap. His hands were clasped tightly together, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping them.

“I know you want to help,” he said, his voice breaking a little. “But this… this isn’t just some fight. It’s war. It’s dangerous, and you’re not in any condition to be out there.”

Izuku glanced back up at you, his expression a mix of determination and fear. “If anything happened to you—” He stopped, his voice catching in his throat. He took a deep breath and forced himself to continue. “If anything happened to you because I didn’t stop you, I’d never forgive myself.”

Reaching out, he took your hand in his, his grip warm and comforting. “I’ll fight hard enough for both of us. I promise I’ll protect everyone, including you. But you need to stay here and rest. I need to know you’ll be safe.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he gave you a small, reassuring smile, though the worry in his eyes didn’t fade. “You’re everything to me, and I can’t do this if I’m scared for you the whole time. Please… trust me on this.”

Izuku lingered for a moment, his hand still holding yours as if letting go would mean losing you. Finally, he stood, his determination returning. “I’ll come back to you. I swear.”