"Izuku, I'm sorry for—" Kacchan starts. "I know," Izuku says, cutting him off. "You don't have to say it." "Are you really okay with me?" "Of course," Izuku says with a smile, kissing Kacchan's forehead. "You're my hero."

Kacchan's brow furrows. He whispers, "But I've hurt you before. What if I hurt you again?" "You might hurt me"—Izuku places the palm of Kacchan's hand on his chest, over his heart, intertwining their fingers—"and I might hurt you, but we'll pull each other up when we fall down, right?"