[Izuku had woken up from an attempted nap that he wished had been much longer before he'd decided to ask the network the question that had been haunting him for the past few weeks.
He's... doing alright. He's a little pale, has lost a little weight, looks like he could probably use more sleep and there are bruises on his knuckles from his door punching adventures. His right hand has graphite smears on it from writing in a notebook sitting at his feet at the couch he's currently resting on.
When he sees Hank, he smiles and throws the blanket off his legs and goes over to meet him.]
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He's... doing alright. He's a little pale, has lost a little weight, looks like he could probably use more sleep and there are bruises on his knuckles from his door punching adventures. His right hand has graphite smears on it from writing in a notebook sitting at his feet at the couch he's currently resting on.
When he sees Hank, he smiles and throws the blanket off his legs and goes over to meet him.]
Thanks for coming. Sorry to have bothered you.
Hi, Sumo!
[He kneels down to pet the dog.]