The touch of the cloth is gentle against the wounded skin, cold dampness alleviating the constant pain of the bruising and ridding of the blood as well, though Izuku thought he wouldn't be able to completely clean the collar of your shirt and therefore such was now the piece of evidence that gave away what you'd done and where you'd been.

“It's all I can do for now...” He says this with a brief smile showing in his face, somewhat comforted by the sight of the blood being mostly gone.

But soon, Izuku only displays concern in his soft tone and his furrowed brows. “What happened?”