He’d groan, seeing you at the corner of his eyes, feeling like he was about to pass out or throw up again. Thinking you were a hero he’d absolutely slam you into the ground, pinning you down as he was about to use his quirk on you. He’d slightly gasp feeling your gentle hand/s cup his cheek/s, realizing it was you and letting you go, scared he’d hurt you. He’d say in the most scared voice you’ve heard from him in a while, “Ah! I-it’s you- I-I, oh my gosh! I-I’m so sorry- I-“