[Toshinori laughs lightly, pointing towards him.]

Are you sure you're not the one feeling well?

[Why so shy about it, buddy?]

And I'm serious! Why? Because you've slept on the couch plenty here. And believe it or not, I can handle a couch; if I can handle the Toxic Chainsaw, I can handle sleeping across a couch.

[He puts his hands on his hips and smiles, a sort of bright remnant of All Might, not quite so wide and blinding but confident and optimistic.]