[As Kei begins cooking, Izuku takes a seat at the counter, carefully sliding his backpack off and placing it in the seat next to him. He glances around, taking in the set up of the room. He's only ever been in the back before.

But the question seems to startle him and he ducks his head, grateful that the older man is facing away and not able to see his expression. He hates lying, but he's had to get a lot better at it when dealing with his mom.]

Y-yeah. I trip over things and fall down all the time. It's not just the dome...although that doesn't help either. I'm just naturally clumsy.