It is still frightening to think about how quickly the Corruption had set in. He'd started the battle with none at all and hadn't taken any huge risks--until that moment. (He knows Uraraka has also experienced that moment of moving without thinking.) Back home, losing control of his body's processes meant One For All was doing something funny--as Quirks in small children do. Corruption is... not that. It is outside his frame of reference, and the fear of the unknown (his Beast form) is a great one. It can't quite outmatch his fear of seeing others hurt, but it makes an augmented and convincing weave with it.
He sits still at first, just letting her arms circle him. Then he sets his Omni on the table and mirrors her, right down to her breath. There. In and out. Something shivering and unsure on the inside wants to copy the steadiness of drawing in good air and expelling whatever it is that snagged his voice and tensed his fingers.
"I'm not, I'm..." He's not sure what he's doing besides mumbling a half-finished protest just above her ear. When she starts to draw back, he forces himself to blink away the barren, haunted look her kindness had drawn out of him. He doesn't feel like showing that here.
"Yeah. I caused a lot of trouble for you." He gives her shoulder a tentative, apologetic squeeze in return. It matches his sheepish expression. "We've trained together for a long time. You're people I trust fighting alongside the most--though I do have a few more months on you and Kacchan." He twitches the corner of his mouth up. They better catch up, or he's leaving them in the dust. "We make a good team."
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He sits still at first, just letting her arms circle him. Then he sets his Omni on the table and mirrors her, right down to her breath. There. In and out. Something shivering and unsure on the inside wants to copy the steadiness of drawing in good air and expelling whatever it is that snagged his voice and tensed his fingers.
"I'm not, I'm..." He's not sure what he's doing besides mumbling a half-finished protest just above her ear. When she starts to draw back, he forces himself to blink away the barren, haunted look her kindness had drawn out of him. He doesn't feel like showing that here.
"Yeah. I caused a lot of trouble for you." He gives her shoulder a tentative, apologetic squeeze in return. It matches his sheepish expression. "We've trained together for a long time. You're people I trust fighting alongside the most--though I do have a few more months on you and Kacchan." He twitches the corner of his mouth up. They better catch up, or he's leaving them in the dust. "We make a good team."