Midoriya is familiar with being adopted by extroverts. It's how a lot of his friendships started. He's not used to talking at length about this sort of thing, particularly in a public place, but the paleblood effects coax him into it.

He remembers Prufrock. He doesn't care to ask about Lance's opponent. He can't even assume whether Lance or his enemy was in the right. It changes nothing. It was Midoriya's first experience in the field concerning rescue and evac. Pushed to exhaustion, it was all he could do to make sure everyone within his reach was safe.

He gestures futilely with his hands a little.

"I work as a Hunter. I'm a hero-in-training. I don't have to wait until November. Something will happen sooner, and I'll have to respond."

The moon has phases. The tide rises and falls. A crow is always black.

"So I guess... I'm scared I'll be scared." He knows it has a name, but Sleepers are from so many different worlds that he finds unpacking concepts in simple terms gets across better.