@TheErasingHero
As Izuku had said, the young prodigy was wandering into the hospital room - through the door, at least, waving good-bye to a nurse as the door closed.
Mismatched eyes took in the room almost nervously, stepping slowly forward towards Aizawas bed.
The burn +
On his face seemed bigger, fresher, too, scars coating s fingertips on both hands as he reached out to the arm of the visitors chair to lean his weight down into it.
Dual hues finally rested kn his teacher, hands resting limply in his lap; back straight and shoulder back in+
[His brother is in a mental hospital... his mother.. who next? Who was going to leave next?
Natsuo- natsuo promised...
Curling up into himself in his seat, nails digging into his scar, rocking slightly back and forth]