The hand on his face feels like a brand, burning him, trapping him, holding him in place. All he can

The hand on his face feels like a brand, burning him, trapping him, holding him in place. All he can do is quiver while All For One’s thumb gently rubs his cheek, taking his time as his eyes tear past every defense Izuku has ever put up, bearing into his very soul, exposing him, forcing a level of such raw vulnerability that it makes him feel like his skin is being peeled off, but he doesn’t dare move. 

Finally, after what feels like ages, All For One speaks.

“You have lovely eyes, Midoriya-kun.”

Izuku thinks he might throw up. 

Art from Chapter 33 of The Roundabout Way of Fate