[The pen scribbling furiously as Kacchan speaks is the only sound from Izuku for a while. He's glad to be looking down, because he wasn't sure how good of a job he was doing schooling the horror from his expression.
Bleeding out from just being in the mist? With no observable pattern of when it would wax and wane?
And Kacchan had to deal with all of that alone?
His hand shakes, nearly causing his writing to be illegible in spots. But he forces himself to get every detail down.]
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Bleeding out from just being in the mist? With no observable pattern of when it would wax and wane?
And Kacchan had to deal with all of that alone?
His hand shakes, nearly causing his writing to be illegible in spots. But he forces himself to get every detail down.]