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The slight quiver in her voice- He knew that all too well. Coming from his own voice. Such a pathetic, childish, and weak sound. Unworthy of consolation. Shame tore through him whenever his voice dared to make such a error. It needed patched, desperately. Yet that pesky bug persisted, regardless of how many version updates had occurred (more like forcefully installed). Expecting the angry berating that would come the moment whomever he was with would notice it... even though now, it never came.

But when it came from her? The urge was strong, the urge to go over and ease her anxieties, like she'd done for him time and time again. Now wasn't the time for that. He forced his hands to relax, letting them hang limply at his sides, back straightening, eyes focused solely on her. Not to intently scan over her expressions or anything malevolent. Just to... let her know he was listening and taking every last bit of what she told him seriously. Too long had he ran from things that scared him. Avoided them. Now. Now, it was time for a counter. A chance to take the next step forward, hopefully a positive one. But he didn't have his hopes up. She could reject him, and they could walk away. Honestly, though? He'd be fine with that. Knowing she was putting her own comfort over his own selfish desires. Was that even the right phrasing...?

There was a minuscule break in his stoicism, though. Eyes widening a slight. Friends? Maybe. So she did want things to end up going well in the end, regardless of outcome. Amicable.

Oh. Oh. He hated this. Being reminded of what he did wrong. Cold, icy. Claws digging into his heart and tearing. Shoulders hunching, gaze ever so slightly looking away, hands going right back into fists. Yet if that'd be what it's take for them to work through this... it was discomfort he was willing to trudge through.

A deep (albeit slightly shaky) breath, forcing his body to straighten and relax once more.

"I know." He'd done wrong, so terribly wrong by her. He'd ran it over repeatedly in his head, lying awake at night, but no matter what he said or did, it all turned out the same. Him leaving her alone, with nothing to cling onto. Cruel. Unforgivable. Villainous-

A pressure cooker, that was what his nerves were like, intensity always increasing whenever he made the trip over to her home. Dreading it. Dreading even having to see the imposing figure of her father. Voice always clipped whenever the man addressed him, hyper-aware of his presence in the house. No wonder his skin crawled so much there... Unbearable. Thank goodness for the gloves or Fuyumi unknowingly distracting him.

It was all too familiar- The house, the man in it, the itch.

There was no way he'd be able to divulge such sensitive info to her now as a reason why. So out in the open, nothing to ground himself.

Never would he ever understand how someone so horrible like Endeavor could have someone who was the complete opposite as a daughter. Could he understand why she'd still want to have her father in her life? Somewhat, yes. She'd told him before she just wanted things to be better for her whole family, for them to be a family again. From what he'd been able to infer, that man left a harsh mark on his family. A mark that wouldn't be fading anytime soon. Something Tenko himself had equal experience with. Still, he couldn't help but respect and even admire her strong willingness to repair her family. That much had solidified in his head.

But… there was another sharp concern that'd gradually sunk deeper and deeper up once he'd pushed the previous one to the back of his mind. What would Endeavor think of someone like him with a Quirk like his being involved with his daughter? The man had a reputation and influence, so who knows what someone so high up in the world would think?

"N-No. You... you didn't do anything wrong. Hard to believe, I know, but, it's true-" Damnit, he was starting to talk too fast. Eyes slightly wide as he did his best to assuage her worries. So much for trying to keep himself composed.

Again, he took a moment. A breath, two, body gradually easing.

"...You could never hurt me. It's all on me. I was the one who left you like that. That'd make.. anyone wonder if they'd done anything wrong." Voice was a tad steadier, thought put into each and every word. "But... it's something to do with my own family. N-Not my current one! My... biological... family, and how yours reminds me of them. That, and my own stupid thoughts about what your family thought of me being with you, if they... approved of me, I guess." Gaze gradually left hers, body folding in on itself, hair covering his eyes. Thankfully, fingers moved to tangle in loose strands of snowy-white.