"My apologies, Midoriya-dono. Oh- a towel! Thank you." At his place, they've been using whatever they could find, so this is a bit of luxury.
Without stepping further than the entrance way (with door closed firmly behind him) he starts drying off from his head downwards, sighing slightly at the puddle growing from his dripping hakama and ponytail.

"It was not bad when I left... but I suppose I will have to think about carrying some sort of umbrella. I'm not certain if it's truly spring here, but it's certainly been raining enough." With the occasional snow. He shivers, partly from the thought of the snow and partly because this water is as unnaturally cold as the rest.