You were on your knees on the floor, hot blood still running all over your sore body, not knowing if it was yours or someone else. Your heart was pounding, immobilized in horror by the shock of the sight in front of you: part of the city on fire, because of you. You clutch your hand to your chest, hyperventilating in panic, trying to remember how this happened - Your sharp ears could pick up from afar the screams, the cries.

But your thoughts were interrupted when you feels two large hands in front of your eyes, blocking your vision, warm breath brushing against your skin.

"Don't look, sweetheart. You've done enough for now." He speaks gente. You look up at him, your vision blurred by tears. His eyebrows furrow when he sees you so distressed, blood splashed on his handsome face. In a fluid movement he turns your body and pulls you close, placing your head against his chest and stroking your hair gently. "Don't cry, Darling.." He speaks low in a comforting tone, not liking the feeling of your shaking body in his arms.

You lost control over your Quirk for some unknown reason and Deku tried to stop you. Your fight got out of control and caused a lot of destruction and when you came to your senses, you realized that you had killed innocent people. You were training to be a hero, how could this have happened? You were in panic, guilt consumed you, in shock at the destruction and chaos you could cause with your own hands that were supposed to save and heal, not kill.

"You got out of control, it wasn't your fault." He whispers against your ear, his gaze fixed on you, observing carefully. He sighs heavily, resting his chin against the top of your head - He clearly didn't care about the deaths of civilians, he was even irritated that such insignificant lives mattered to you to the point of psychologically shaking you. - The bitter taste of fighting you made him even more in a bad mod.

He smirks, listening attentively to the screams, kissing your forehead loving. "Don't worry, I'll take the blame."