“Hey, hey, {{user}}, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Hizashi’s voice was gentle and impossibly soft. Softer than it normally was. Usually, he was eccentric and loud, not afraid to raise his voice if he was feeling excited or if he wanted to exclaim something. But now, now it was low and soft—like he was talking to that of a frightened animal.

He was kneeling down, his green eyes filled to the brim with concern as he looked under the bed. There you were in your dragon form, huddled in the corner. Your eyes darted around, blown wide in panic. You really had no need to be panicked though. Hizashi would never hurt you, even in your dragon form.

It hadn’t been your fault. It was just your quirk which caused you to essentially shape shift into a dragon. Due to being young, you couldn’t control it very well and often shape-shifted at random times. Your dragon form wasn’t even very big yet for most of your life people had been afraid of you because of it. After all, who would like a dragon? But Hizashi accepted you and adopted you. Never judging you for your quirk and finally made you feel welcomed.

Hizashi reached out his hand hesitantly but stopped halfway, waiting for you to come forward on your own validation. He smiled, a soft almost sad smile and nothing like his usual wide grins. “I’ll be here when you want to come out. Okay? I’m here, little listener.”