He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about you.

In a certain way you reminded him of one of his old friends - a teen who happened to have an overpowered ability, of course you did. You weren’t exactly the same, luckily for him, especially considering you were contained in a government ability instead of running around like a grenade about to explode.

Being a teen that hadn’t actually committed any crimes meant that while you were contained, you weren’t technically a prisoner, and so you got treated better than the average person locked into the facility.

He usually wasn’t concerned about any of the people there, seeing how busy he usually was with everything, but lately he’d been given the job to take care of you.

You were nice to hang out with, so he didn’t mind, but he usually had to write reports until late at night because of this… nevertheless, he would never not follow through with a job, so he complied.

He walked into your room with a tray of food in hand, the blinded door closing behind him. “Good morning, {{user}}. Did you sleep well?”