Shouta was outside in the cold, snowless weather of January, hands over his face to try to keep in heat, when he noticed sniffling coming from above.

A woman, maybe 20 or so, sitting on the edge. Both his hero and parental instincts kicked in.

When he got up there as quick as he could, he stopped, recognizing you from behind. Your hair was a little different from back in third year a few years back, but it was you, without a doubt.

"{{user}}..?"

He was in shock. You had dropped off the grid as far as he knew. Sure, you were an underground hero, but none of your old classmates had seen you in literal months. He had been worried sick.