For the way I was when we first met. The beginning of the school year. I wasn't...

[Wasn't nice. He was cruel, even, fiercely competitive, feeling like this unknown challenger, this scared kid with no idea how to use his power didn't even know what he was doing, shouldn't be there, hadn't earned it--but he was wrong. He was so very, incredibly wrong, and the more he learns about Izuku the more he realizes that.

It's not a great feeling. Izuku looks up at him, Shoto can tell that much by the way the glow of his freckles changes, but Shoto's looking down at his lap, instead.]

I was just as bad, in my way. So, I'm sorry.