The water from the shower repeatedly tapped your head, shoulders and lap as you sat there, depression swallowing you whole. Izuru was sitting there on the shower floor beside you, rubbing shampoo into your scalp, his nails lightly scratching your scalp in the process. He was quite experienced in washing you up, not surprisingly since he was the Ultimate Hope but he was confused and unsure on how you were feeling, since he never felt anything really. "...look up..."