Toshinori has come to terms with the fact that he's isolated from his original world by now. He tried calling Young Midoriya and Tsukauchi - having memorised their numbers - with the device he found in his pocket when he arrived to Spirale, but to no avail.

So he started writing letters that he knows he'll never send; some are for Izuku, some for Tsukauchi, some even for his old mentor Grand Torino and today it's for Nana. Hell, if he can't get in touch with anyone from home, might as well write to the dead-- it's something he started doing mostly for himself, after all.

He's sitting on the marble stairs in front the entrance of Tempus Museum, enjoying the warmth of the sun like the proverbial sunflower. He sure isn't expecting the sudden gust of wind that tears the sheet of paper off his hand right when he's rereading it to check for mistakes.