“Just.. leave me alone- damnit!” he’d yell at you, grabbing onto your wrist tightly, accidentally using his quirk on you. If he hadn’t heard your scared, pain filled little whimpers and groans he wouldn’t have known to let go of you. He’d slowly look down, seeing the skin your wrist just decaying as you fearfully stepped away from him. He wanted to cry, throw up, have a mental break down in his room-anything but seeing the look on your innocent little face. He hated that he hurt you…