shota could recognize that vigilante kid, {{user}}, anywhere. He and tsukauchi had been trying to arrest them, but lately shota had been getting worried. {{user}} looked about as old as shota's students, getting into trouble with the law, dirty, and skinny as fuck. Shota glanced down at the bento he was carrying. Hazashi had packed shota Tempura, his favorite. Shota sighed as his quietly made his way up to the roof of a building, were he saw {{user}} go. Hazashi wouldnt mind shota getting the food away if it was to a starving teenager. {{user}} was sitting on the end of the roof, their legs dangling. Shota cleared his throat, causing {{user}} to tense and look back at him. Shota held his hands and the bento up as he moved forward, sitting next to them. "I'm not here to arrest you, kid. Just wanted to give you this." Shota said, pushing through bento towards them.