Shoto took a seat across Midoriya and fixed his gaze at Nensu. His gaze was just as sharp as usual-only a bit loosened with concern after such set of events.
“I’m doing fine. My arm’s fine, thankfully. But Iida...”
The teen was sitting on his hospital bed with a cast supporting his left arm. He raised it, with a rather not grim look on his face. He wasn’t depressed of the fail of his singlehanded revenge. He was instead enlightened, with the sacrifice of his friends.
“The doctor says I’ve got an injury on my nerves. It won’t be of a serious problem, and it can be easily healed by a transplant. But I’m thinking of keeping it, as a reminder of my mistakes. Only after I become a true hero will I deal with it.”
Midoriya could show a bright smile at the change of Iida’s spirit. He wasn’t the person hungering for revenge that he was anymore.
“It seems like I have bad relationships with hands..”
Shoto muttered as he looked at the hands.

Hiems eyed for the door.
“I have a guest. See ya.”
He said and hung up the call. With a careless toss, his phone landed on the hospital bed. The boy then gestured Yaoyorozu to come in.