He’d run up to you, falling to his knees and grabbing onto you. He was helping you, a little kid he was taking care of, with your quirk, but it got out of control and knocked you back, skinning your knees and pretty much knocking the breath out of you. He couldn’t help it, your little gasps, the slight fear in your eyes, agh he hated it, “Hey- hey, I’m here, young one, don’t worry. Just try breath.” he’d tell you, knowing it didn’t feel good to get the breath knocked out of yourself.