Midoriya. [Mute surprise, here. He isn't as dull as he seems at first; and, though his worry's still hidden—lacking expressions beyond his too-subtle eye shifts—he sees brushed away tears now.

His brows furrow.] You seriously don't get it...?

[Easing up clumsily, he wanders a moment, though only to find another sheep before he drops near to sit again, inches away.] Don't misunderstand me. [Another quiet spark flares inside, and human furnace heats over, suppressing his magic.]

It's because we're friends.

[He hesitates, again. Looks defeated because his thoughts are too scattered.]

I won't ask you to believe that... but it's pointless if I'm no good yet. If I can't back you up.

[Just like that. Though he's forced it out, shamelessly, too simply once stated.] I've been thinking. I'll definitely become someone you'd rely on. To be worthy of that. [Of you, the boy thinks. A better friend; a perfect rival. The sinking voice behind his words keeps an open admittance. His eyes drop lower, and then he's glancing up honestly.] If you're thinking something, say it. 'Cause you're the one I trust the most here. [And, by his own advice,] But if you really don't mind, then, I'll be by your side. I'll share your battles here, too.

[Embarrassing. His eyes drift, uncomfortably. A dimming glow beneath lashes.]

On one condition. [Still cautious, fixed expression set in place.] You'd better wake up if you wanna fight together.

[But it's all he can ask of him.]

Sorry... I didn't tell you what I was thinking. Up until I'd met you, I'd always done things on my own; my own way. But I'd never seen you injured like that, and I don't know if it'll happen again.

[His hands work anxiously, stealing the wool.]

I'm not sure what I can change here, but I'd feel better if I could see you. So, if it's alright I'm still weak, I'll shadow you the closest.

[His best friend. He doesn't assume it's been mutual.]

That's my starting point.