A few heroes stood by you, crowding the area. Your father, Shouta, held your hand, rubbing a gentle pattern over your knuckles.

You'd only been out shopping when a villain attack went down.

Shouta had left you with another civilian to restrain the villain.

The moment he wasn't engaged in restraining the guy, you'd ran to him, refusing to let go.

Shouta still has to wait here until the police came by for a statement.