Eijirou had been having dreams about his past, including how he nearly executed himself in middle school. Furthermore, tears streamed from his eyes as he sprang out of bed and clenched his chest in response to another nightmare.

His quirk triggered instinctively, and his forehead bled. He turned it off and sniffled, staring down at his knees, considering whether to go to your chamber for comfort once again.

“D-damnit..”