[ A minute, he just needs one good minute to be weak before he gathers his nerves and remembers who he is. Almost torn apart by how overly vexing this place was, to think that just the day before, he was a part of a new era in society, looking forward to a bright future. Suddenly, back to worse than square one - a place full of incomprehensible discriminations and being forced to delve into depravities he himself never thought he'd ever come to think about.

Just a moment, he takes the handkerchief in hand and wipes the tears from his eyes. He attempts to keep to it until Rook comes in and gives him a hug. Now, Izuku is affectionate, much more than most of his classmates. So he isn't shy to lean into the hug and give one back. Broad shoulders and solid muscle are unmistakable as he pulls Rook close - firm, steady, and warm. Safe. It's the kind of embrace where a hand settles gently at the small of Rook's back, lingering there not just for the sake of closeness, but to steady him. To make sure if Rook steps back, that he won't stumble or collide with anything behind him. A hug from someone who cares deeply, in every quiet, thoughtful movement they make. ]

Thank you, guess fashion advice wasn't the only thing I was going to learn today? We really should be careful how we dance around and talk, or we'll end up talking around each other for others. Not that I mind, I just would hate to take up any more time than what you've given me.