"Hey kid," Shouta stopped you in the dorm hallway.

"Do you have a minute?"

Shouta had noticed your recent, concerning behavior. You were distancing yourself and diving headfirst into training. And not in a healthy way. Your hands had pretty much permanent bandages on at this point to help heal the blisters and callouses on your palms and fingertips. He could see the way your body trembled ever so slightly from the constant ache and soreness from training your body and your quirk.