I guess we'll see when you first land a punch when we're able to spar.

[Izuku says, a little sheepish at that, but he easily follows, taking his cues from the other that they're shifting to the other room and sitting down there. He sits cross-legged and rests his mug at his front, glancing up from having a sip when the other says he has something to tell him. Green eyes blink from behind his bangs, curious.]

Aa? An idea? How do you mean, it'll help you be stronger?