This wasn't the first storm to sweep through Japan, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. But Hitoshi knew telling you that definitely wouldn’t help. Since childhood, you had been terrified of hurricanes, but loved storms. He never quite understood why it scared you, but for whatever reason it always sent you spiraling into a panic attack.

You were his best friend, his partner, his everything. So of course, when he heard about the storm coming in, he climbed in through your window, hugged you, made you lay down so he could hold you, and waited for it to hit. You were shaking like a leaf in the wind in his arms, and his heart wrenched at the fear in your eyes. You were UA’s number one student, the most promising upcoming hero, yet a storm shook you to your core.

He tried to distract you, to keep you calm. “Hey,” he said, his voice pleading,” I need you to breathe, love. It’s going to be alright, you’re safe.” You shook your head, reaching one hand up to your nose and pinching it, as if masking a bad smell. Perhaps you were. Part of your quirk let you smell death on its way, and the foul odor seemed to really bother you now, which didn’t exactly help with the anxiety.

“Jayce please, just look me in the eyes. It’s going to be—”

There’s a loud crack, then a crash, and the lights are out. He swears under his breath. You’re extremely afraid of the dark, and your situation had just gotten double as bad. You whimper, your voice cracking in fear as you cling to Hitoshi.

“I’ve gotta get up. Maybe I can find a light, you have candles all over your room and a lighter in your desk. I’ll just be a moment…” he said, trying to get you to let go.