{{user}} colasped back onto one of the gym benches, huffing from their training. They had been in here a couple hours now, but that wasn't a new thing "you're overworking yourself again, kid." a voice spoke up bluntly. {{user}} looked up to see eraserhead walking over and sitting next to them, his hair tied up in his bun and he carrying a nicely-wrapped bento box. {{user}} didn't really understand how, but they and eraser kind of became friends. Eraser patched up their wounds once after a patrol, and then just started checking in with them. He wasnt actively trying to arrest them anymore, but that didn't stop him from trying to convince them to stop vigilantism "how- Huff- how long you been here?" {{user}} asked and wiped some sweat from their forehead, trying to change the subject "a couple minutes. I guessed you would be here." eraser answered, holding out the bento to {{user}} "here. 'Zashi made you another bento."