A young man in dark blue cargo shorts peers curiously at the glowsticks. His T-shirt is a completely unwitting homage to both the passcode and

This is not Midoriya's usual appearance. His skin has turned a medium green. His feet are elongated, his gait shifted to his toes--one a hoof, the other looking like the base of a thin tree. (He's not able to wear his usual red sneakers.) Instead of being covered in hair like a true faun, he has acquired a corded, rootlike structure, more tree than anything. The scars covering his body like a map cross over raised whorls and striations that recall wood and abstract ancient drawings. His mop of hair has remained dark viridian. Two ram's horns curl above long ears that pivot towards this person-with-a-centaur-Quirk(?) as he issues his warning.

"Wasn't thinking about drinking them, no. I figured the contents might be poisonous," he assures him. "May I have three?"