The days when everything went perfectly fine were rare, if not nonexistent by this point in his life. That doesn't mean the bruises in his face didn't hurt, as common as they were.

This shameful pain, inflicted by bullies at his cruel school, makes it difficult to not keep his head down in shame. Secretly, Izuku is relieved the park is lonely.

So he only stares at the wooden bench, while you clean the blood from his lips, which part to let out a soft apology.

“I- I'm sorry, for... F- for all the trouble...”