Kaworu folds up so small like a fledgling left in the nest. Midoriya leaves the box on the table in case Kaworu changes his mind.

"I'm fine enough to visit," he assures him. That's not much of an assurance, considering he's up at weird hours eating cereal, but his appearance is a stark improvement from the shambling husk that haunted Trenchwood. Less a cryptid, though he could still be accused as such at this hour, and more what he is: a tired but resolute young man. He puts the kettle on with his usual care and returns to his bowl. As the water heats, he pushes his cereal around with his spoon, not eating though he is hungry. Finally he looks up.

"I'm really sorry, Nagisa-kun," he says in an even lower voice, as if continuing a separate conversation. "You went through a lot too, and you came to find me."