Was he holding his breath? Maybe Shouto had been, too. After all, what other reason could there be for the way it felt like something in his chest relaxed just the smallest bit after Izuku grinned at him like that? Shouto watches him, watches him breathe, watches him smile, and it isn't until Izuku pulls his hand away that he realizes those fingers were still on his cheek. It's the absence he feels. Silly, maybe. He probably just needs an icepack--funny, he's funny today, he thinks, and again he bites back a laugh that wouldn't really be a laugh.

"I don't think anyone would call me great company," he answers honestly, as Midoriya tugs him forward with that grip on his arm. Not that he needs it; Shouto's agreed to follow him, and he's not going to just leave now that he's said as much. But still...he doesn't complain about the contact. In fact, he might lift his free arm to brush fingers over his cheek, as if he can still feel a phantom touch. "I mean--I don't really talk much." Which isn't a bad thing, but...it's not as though he's super in touch with most of the things his peers are into. Somehow, he doesn't think it'll bother Midoriya, though.