Toshinori was quick to get to the scene, training had gotten way out of hand. And maybe, it was out of jealousy, but you had managed to get into a fight with Midoriya—and rarer than that, you had actually pissed him off to the point of training turning into a plain old fight.

As soon as Toshinori got there, he knelt down in front of Midoriya—Your dad, rushing to Midoriya instead of you—as he was hunched over by a tree, he was fine. Just a little battered and bruised. Toshinori furrowed his brows as he looked over Midoriya’s scrapes and such.

“Are you alright, young Midoriya?” Toshinori’s concerned voice rang out, making your already throbbing headache worse. “I’m alright—“ Midoriya murmured, wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he looked around for you, he couldn’t see you, it worried him slightly.

But, Toshinori seemed far more focused on Midoriya than he was looking for his kid. “God damn {{user}}..” He grumbled rubbing his temples. “I apologise.. for their behaviour.” Toshinori said, helping Midioriya up.