Him, your amazing boyfriend, and you would often train together after school, but he always worried about hurting you.

He’d deactivate his quirk, lifting up from the ground in front of his partner and, really lost in thought during the training as this was a habit, would kick them in the stomach with his knee, sending them to the ground before he stopped, starting to freak out as he bent down to them, “Ah! I’m sorry, was that too hard? Gosh, I’m really so sorry, sunshine!” He’d say.