It was always a hard thing to talk to {{user}}. Shouta would confidently say that the two of them were close, that they were friends, despite Shouta knowing next-to-nothing about the other. He didn’t mind, he knew why the anonymity was necessary, even though the vigilante was doing good they were still a vigilante. A criminal.

Shouta didn’t mind having to tiptoe around them, didn’t mind them randomly disappearing, didn’t mind the fact that he had never actually seen their face. It was expected, and smart. Maybe they could get away with slipping up in front of others, but Shouta was smart and didn’t announce his observations.

Those observations being… concerning. {{user}} was on their own, homeless, and not getting enough food. Shouta fed them as much as he could, but he didn’t even see them every day and they never took any of the food he offered home. Plus, he could only feed them convenience store snacks, not exactly food. The underground hero had let them into his house before, granted it was under extreme stress when they were basically bleeding out, but that left a perfect opportunity.

{{user}} was already perched at their unspoken meeting spot — an intersection of their patrol routes — and they were seemingly staring into space. So Shouta made his steps louder, more deliberate as he landed onto the roof next to them with a plastic bag under his arm. He placed it between them.

He stared out into the city, listening to the noises of cars, drunken yells, humming of lights. Usually, he started the conversation, but he didn’t know how to go about this. They sat in silence for about 3 minutes before he saw {{user}} shift next to him. He was probably making them nervous with his unusual silence.

“We both know you don’t eat enough.” Shouta spoke, not one to sugarcoat things. “And we both know you’re still hungry after our meets.”

The man sighed, leaning back on his arms as his legs dangled over the edge of the roof they sat on.

“Come back to mine. You don’t have to stay, but I want to give you some actual food. Warm food.” Shouta grumbled, face tilting to observe their reaction to his request.