Shouta didn't get on the public transport particularly often. He lived close enough to walk to UA. But today, in the middle of humid Japanese summer, he found himself packed on a train like a canned sardine. He'd headed uptown to submit a renewal for his hero license, and found the already-busy cart he'd been on begin to fill up at the final rush hour of the day.

Shouta had already given up his seat for an older lady about twenty minutes ago, now stood with a hand on the support above his head. He was getting shouldered from three ways each time the train stopped or started back up again.

But even then it seemed he had it far from the worst of the people on the cart. Between the salary men sweating in their suits and the women trying to stay upright with the lurching of the train, he'd been watching {{user}}.

Just some kid. A bit shorter and way scrawnier than the rest, near squished right up against Shouta's left side. He didn't look to be in the best shape. Pale with a thin sheen of sweat over his young face, stumbling straight into him every time the train stopped or started back up again. Shouta was beginning to think he would actually pass out from heat stroke or something, and yet all the men around them didn't seem to turn an eye at all.

That was Japan for you.

Shouta sighed and shifted himself a bit, trying to open a bit of space up with his body for the kid, hand hovering over his shoulder. "You okay...?" he muttered, quiet enough to not disturb other passengers.