Midoriya reached out for her, then stopped. What could he say to her? He knew only the minimum of how her life was. He could hardly imagine the pain she had to go through. How much shock it would be to be pushed to perform with the very man who gave her life so much pain watching. He'd never know. His hand, now lightly shaking, retreated. His head simultaneously dropped slightly.
"I'll... be at my seat."
He said and turned away. Millions of words popped up and disappeared in the boy's head in that one simple move. He could say any of them, any of the comforting words he mustered up- but then he questioned himself, would it make sense for her? Would those words not hurt her more? He was more hesitant than ever.