Izuku watched you, practically breaking in on yourself, he hated it, oh how he hated it. He wished he could scoop you up and protect you from the world. But all he could do was watch as you and hold you close, rubbing your back, trying to comfort you. He’d never seen you get so… torn over someone. It scared him. “{{user}}…” He started, his voice desperate, “talk to me, please.” he begged, “It’s going to be okay.” He cooed, his words an attempt to assure the both of them.