Sorry. I just -- I can't help it, okay? I keep seeing you. When you pushed me out of the way.
[Izuku's voice is quiet as he admits that. He can just tell that the other is upset. This will probably make things worse. Part of him is sure Bakugo would yell at him for blaming himself. It's just hard for him to really focus. When he can't help worrying. Worrying about whether the training would be enough. If he could pull this off. If the others got hurt or worse, if he couldn't do this. Wondering if he could keep Bakugo safe. That the other wouldn't get hurt because of him again. The glare has him lower his gaze, lips pursed as he looks down at his boots, feeling the tension in his body in anticipation for the other's reaction.]
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[Izuku's voice is quiet as he admits that. He can just tell that the other is upset. This will probably make things worse. Part of him is sure Bakugo would yell at him for blaming himself. It's just hard for him to really focus. When he can't help worrying. Worrying about whether the training would be enough. If he could pull this off. If the others got hurt or worse, if he couldn't do this. Wondering if he could keep Bakugo safe. That the other wouldn't get hurt because of him again. The glare has him lower his gaze, lips pursed as he looks down at his boots, feeling the tension in his body in anticipation for the other's reaction.]