Midoriya barely looks human, claws, fangs, and a tired prowling slouch altering his shape, iris and pupil impossibly clouded and ringed with sleepless shadow. He is all too human, a bundle of the acute nerves and instincts that fear harm to another. He's a star spinning faster and faster into an explosion that never comes to relieve him. It's a wonder he did not enter by smashing through the roof, but he knows a thing or two about proper raids and pissing off powerful villains with hostages at the wrong time.

He closes the door gently. Midoriya still has aftertears in his eyes after seeing Gideon on the couch. They throw and twist the light in his vision, blurred rainbows haloing Kaworu. He stays standing where he is, feeling odd in the armored shoes he chose not to remove at the door for the first time here. It's not the number of eyes, but the look in them, that keeps him rooted still.

"Without you? No." His voice is still hoarse from all the screaming during the storm, so he keeps it low with only the faintest emphatic defiance in that No. Sometimes his relentless determination is quiet, but no less present.

"You've got to come with us. Teacher doesn't care about people's lives. It's too dangerous. Now that he's made enemies, he could hurt you."