Nensu continued to hug herself, even as she listened to Midoriya explain on what his family was like, as requested. 
“Our mothers aren’t so different, then”, she softly said, a small smile appearing, having to realize that they too far apart: Kind and supportive. 
“She’s the one who protected me. Protected [i]us[/i]. Until the day, when he took our pain too far”, she remembered that day when Shoto got burned by her, not out of ill-intent, of course. “You’ve got such a happy family”.
Now, she was in the mental hospital. Her voice was starting to crack, but then she felt a hand on her shoulder, and the other teen’s reassuring voice. How is it that she felt so secure around him? For some reason, it was as if he had the reigns of keeping Loma’s burning desire for vengeance suppressed and trapped. And yet, she felt safe. 
In response to his recent action, Nensu eventually put a hand on top of the one on her shoulder. She knew his boundaries but she felt the need to do so. “Thank you”