so if i threw it all away — p, izuku

Well, it's not like Izuku had ever been very secretive about his body language, anyways. Throughout everyday conversation, Izuku may as well be as easy to read as a book. Even if he tried, he wouldn't have been very successful in stilling his tail, anyways. Seriously, his tail was restless, and a pretty obvious indicator of Izuku's mood at the time. Izuku is just glad Aizawa isn't pushing, despite how obvious Izuku was. He ... might tell Aizawa more, someday, but that day wasn't now. "Ah, yeah," Izuku just smiles and ducks his head. What was difficult? The sharing of the surviving? Because both were awfully difficult. Anyways, Izuku doesn't even notice Aizawa's stiffness or stumbling over the moment. Izuku was honestly as clueless as Aizawa was. Had he ever had emotional moments with other people before? Maybe a few times, but nothing like this.
"Oh! Right!" The tea!! He'd put a bunch of things in it, so he just hoped the medicines didn't clash or anything. Could they clash? Izuku didn't wanna know, maybe he should ask Jacob. Izuku does his best to pour a cup, in any case. It's ... very hard, without hands, and also down an entire limb. He manages it somehow, though, and eventually manages to push it at Aizawa. It was mostly nausea and stuff. But then -- oh, fuck. "The tea should hopefully help, if it's too bitter, just add honey. A -- and this, too!" The blood! He forgot about that!! Because he's a moron. Goldenrod, right? But only in small doses. ... A little smaller than it should be, but Izuku doesn't want to accidentally give Aizawa an overdose or anything? So, after taking that apart, places it next to the cup of tea. "I can put the rest in a flask to carry around once you're ready to go?" Was Aizawa leaving now, or were they gonna have teatime or something? Izuku isn't sure, and he doesn't wanna presume or anything.

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