[Izuku, for his part, is already too deep into his thoughts to notice her right away. He's got a book on building and repairing fences in front of him, but his brain has already segued off into reviewing how his fitness labor 'regimen' has been going and where he needs to make changes - imbalances to correct, compensation routines to plan, ways to track and schedule things more effectively... He's so into it, in fact, that his right arm is up on the table next to Kotone, hand reflexively miming writing as though taking invisible notes with an invisible pen.
And even a cursory glance at that hand will be more than enough for her to notice his plethora of scars. They run from his fingers up much of his forearm, though his hand and wrist have it the worst.
The mumbling (and phantom notetaking) go on for a good few minutes, but he does eventually lean back in his seat and lapse into silence, hand to his mouth. Now's your chance, girl! Quick, before he starts up again!]
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And even a cursory glance at that hand will be more than enough for her to notice his plethora of scars. They run from his fingers up much of his forearm, though his hand and wrist have it the worst.
The mumbling (and phantom notetaking) go on for a good few minutes, but he does eventually lean back in his seat and lapse into silence, hand to his mouth. Now's your chance, girl! Quick, before he starts up again!]