The voice alone makes Izuku tense. His shoulders going tight as he looks up and meets the view of the other man standing there as lanky and conniving as usual. It makes that same sense of tense stress immediate in his nerves as he clenches his fists. The words hit him harder than he would like to admit. Their failure is a shared one and it hurts. But he has to try and not let it get so under his skin that he does something stupid and reckless.

"Shigaraki... What are you doing out here."

Izuku is painfully aware they are out in the open in a place that doesn't need any more destruction of fighting in its streets. Not with how many people have already been injured or killed. But he still can't help the way that echo in his chest grows larger just at the sight of the other man. With his memories more intact now- a future that he knows he has to face... He can't help but look at Shigaraki with an unwavering stare.