so if i threw it all away — p, izuku

Izuku, for a few moments, just blinks at the lion. Wasn't serious? Oh, embarrassing. This again -- it happened sometimes, where he'd just assume people were being serious. Then again, the number of occasions where people acted like they were joking but weren't was absolutely astounding, so Izuku gives himself a pass on that particular quirk of his. Sort of. He's still very disappointed in himself.
"O -- oh," Izuku says, a little flatly, but mostly he just looks dead inside. And a little flustered, both mostly distancing from himself from the situation until he gets over the embarrassment. He smiles a little awkwardly at Aizawa as he turns to busy himself with getting another cup of tea. Did Aizawa want another one? Izuku didn't know, nor did he particularly care. This cup was Aizawa's problem now. As he shoves it at the lion, he realizes that Aizawa is just sorta. Looking around. .... His room was just a mess. Like, a big mess. How many ink stains were there? Plus the blankets. and the plushies. Don't judge him. Izuku doesn't try to say anything either though, still being a flustered mess. Also, he wasn't great at conversations either -- Izuku was a better listener than a talker. Well, unless you encouraged him enough. Then he'd just kinda ... chatter your ear off.

[abbr=8 months - tenderfoot of snowbound - maine coon cat]☀[/abbr] what was i worth