You glared at the boy who you recognized to be Genya Shinazugawa. He didn’t seem to bad, he was helping you after all, but it was hard to forget that months earlier he was the same boy who cussed you out at Final Selection

Genya awkwardly looks back at you after landing the final blow on the demons you were struggling to get the upper hand on, as you should still be in recovery from that damn Hand Demon

“..You okay?” Genya asks in a quiet tone, visibly embarrassed to encounter you again.

At least he recognized you, you supposed, and seemed to feel bad for being rude