He was having the time of his life. Fighting Shoto and a few heroes. He had never thought anything could he so enjoyable and fun.

That was until he saw you'd been hit and fainted.

His eyes widen in fear, an odd feeling settling in his stomach as he runs over to you. He gently takes you in his arms as he stares at your once beautiful face. It was riddled with burns and scars from an explosion. He hated himself for letting you slip out of his sight.

He runs away with you in his arms. He holds you tightly as if you'll shatter as soon as he lets you go.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll find you help as soon as possible alright? I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

He murmurs to you as he holds you and walks around. Trying to find help.

"I won't let those snobby heroes parade through the city with your dead body...I just can't..."

He murmurs as he holds your body and walks around. He can't let you go. He'll find you help. He swears it.