[The damage is far and vast; when it seems like Shouta should reach an end to it, the jagged scarring just continues on, from breast to belly button. Toshinori sits with a soft, patient expression, trying not to shudder.]

... If you'd like to touch it.

It's sensitive, but it doesn't hurt if you're not forceful.

[He trusts Aizawa to be capable of great caution, more than brutish force.]

It had been re-opened during the fight with Nomu; just my luck, right?

[He doesn't mind the inspection, if it's something Aizawa's not disturbed by. It's a big part of his body, the root cause of why he is the way he is. It'd be weird to deny that part of him to someone who was now sleeping in his bed -- yeah, he was okay with it. He clears his throat after a hearty pause.]

I can't let you see it, right now.

[His voice lowers, admittance like defeat.]

... I can't really look at it, myself, most of the time.

[He accepts what's happened, accepts that he's quirkless again, but...

It's just different, when someone you love faces a body you greatly dislike.]