#izuku... please

     “ w-what do you mean?” guilt laces his words, his heart thudding painfully in his chest at the other’s words. he had absolutely no idea where this was coming from - had no idea what he’d done to hurt him - and the lack of understanding only reinforced the feeling of shame that burned in his throat. he reaches out tentatively, as if he were to shatter the other or frighten him away with the slightest movement if he were to move too harshly, reaching out to gently grab the other’s elbow, forest eyes already glistening with tears. “ did... did i do something to hurt you?can... can we talk about it? please?”