[Izuku closes one eye as the other pinches at his cheek. He has no idea just how long it might have been for the other. It hadn't been that long on Izuku's end since he had last seen the rest of the class. So he's not necessarily as sure on the reasons behind the other seeming quite relieved to see him again. It isn't necessarily that often that Bakugo actually hugs him. Izuku allows it, savoring it for as long as Bakugo needs. He isn't really thinking or caring about all the others around that might be watching them. It isn't like he really knows many, if any of the others here, unlike the blonde.
For his part, Izuku still looks a little tired, still a little exhausted. Though his clothes probably cover the worst of any of his injuries from his period going out on his own to find any information he could as to Shigaraki's whereabouts. His encounters with the escaped prisoners. It had taken a toll. But being here was giving him something of a break, for now. He's doing about as well as could be expected, really. Nothing so glaringly wrong and obvious as with the blonde's missing right arm.
Which, of course, Izuku takes note of, his eyes widening as he glances to the other's side. As he hesitantly, instinctively reaches but doesn't touch him.]
Kacchan, your arm? What...?
[Look. He has to ask. Because last he was aware, Bakugo definitely had seemed fine. Maybe pissed off at him for running off on his own, but all of the class was when they had been dragging him back to UA. Izuku can't help worrying, wondering what had happened. Something that had happened to him while here? So far, besides the obvious of pulling people in like this, it didn't seem too dangerous. If it had happened because Izuku wasn't here to help...
Oh. Great. He feels the sting of tears already threatening at that train of thought. What had happened to his friend?]
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[Izuku closes one eye as the other pinches at his cheek. He has no idea just how long it might have been for the other. It hadn't been that long on Izuku's end since he had last seen the rest of the class. So he's not necessarily as sure on the reasons behind the other seeming quite relieved to see him again. It isn't necessarily that often that Bakugo actually hugs him. Izuku allows it, savoring it for as long as Bakugo needs. He isn't really thinking or caring about all the others around that might be watching them. It isn't like he really knows many, if any of the others here, unlike the blonde.
For his part, Izuku still looks a little tired, still a little exhausted. Though his clothes probably cover the worst of any of his injuries from his period going out on his own to find any information he could as to Shigaraki's whereabouts. His encounters with the escaped prisoners. It had taken a toll. But being here was giving him something of a break, for now. He's doing about as well as could be expected, really. Nothing so glaringly wrong and obvious as with the blonde's missing right arm.
Which, of course, Izuku takes note of, his eyes widening as he glances to the other's side. As he hesitantly, instinctively reaches but doesn't touch him.]
Kacchan, your arm? What...?
[Look. He has to ask. Because last he was aware, Bakugo definitely had seemed fine. Maybe pissed off at him for running off on his own, but all of the class was when they had been dragging him back to UA. Izuku can't help worrying, wondering what had happened. Something that had happened to him while here? So far, besides the obvious of pulling people in like this, it didn't seem too dangerous. If it had happened because Izuku wasn't here to help...
Oh. Great. He feels the sting of tears already threatening at that train of thought. What had happened to his friend?]