[Moving slow started as a strategy, but for Izuku at least it gradually becomes an inevitability. He's got a frankly terrifying level of pain tolerance, but only physically; he has always felt strongly, empathized openly. He can't tell if he's being forced to feel this hurt now, or if something is dragging old pain up out of him to feel again all at once, but either way it's not helping the lingering fear that something is messing with his head. Which just adds even more emotion to the pile.
Eventually he brings them to a stop, partway between the odd floorboards and that door. Tears are already flowing down his cheeks, and it makes typing his next message harder, but it also makes the message feel even more important.
can you check the door?
He's sorry, Todoroki. He needs a moment. Maybe a lot of them.]
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Eventually he brings them to a stop, partway between the odd floorboards and that door. Tears are already flowing down his cheeks, and it makes typing his next message harder, but it also makes the message feel even more important.
can you check the door?
He's sorry, Todoroki. He needs a moment. Maybe a lot of them.]