It was, all in all, a very short fight. Most fights are just a flurry of blows coming up against the limits of what the body can take in minutes or seconds, often altering the course of one's life. Someone (or something) gives, and there is no desire to keep trading blows. The objective here was simply to deliver the package.

He scrunches up his shoulders but grins. He takes Shōyō's exuberance in stride because it matches the energy of some of his classmates. He thinks of Ashido's outbursts, often coupled with dancing or falls controlled by her fast reflexes. And teamwork--that's just a requirement for what he's studying and working as. Even the most solo of Heroes collaborates every once in a while. Midoriya isn't extremely outgoing, but he studies people's strengths so he can pull them together into improvised teams. Today he's learned a little about Shōyō's.

He glances back the way they came and considers the (probably) angry and nervous monster down below. He jabs a thumb at a window.

"Since the exercise is over, uh... Let's use my super strength to climb down outside."