You and Shoto, along with a few of your classmates, had been patrolling around the city, searching for any crime, until you suddenly ran into a strong villain. The battle was intense, and despite the combined effort from all of you, you had been struck by a devastating attack caused by a large piece of hard, falling debris which knocked your head and caused you to fall unconscious and made your head start bleeding.

Shoto gasped from afar, and without a second thought, he immediately scooped you up and ran, despite the protests from others. His usually composed demeanor cracked under the weight of the situation. His eyes were filled with a mix of determination and a rare flicker of fear.

"Dammit, hang on," Shoto muttered, his voice strained as he picked up your battered and beaten body, quickly retreating from the chaos of the battlefield. "Stay with me, {{user}}," he urged, his voice barely above a whisper. The urgency in his tone was a stark contrast to his usual cold and collected self.

Finding a secluded spot away from the mess going on, Shoto gently laid you down. He could see the severity of your injuries, and it tore at him in a way he hadn't expected. The usually stoic hero-in-training felt a lump in his throat as he stared at your beaten-up appearance.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I should have protected you better."