Shouta had come to know you more like one of his own problem children. You were a pro hero, albeit a bit young, but you were damn good at hero work. And he would kill people for you at this rate.

So when you came into the agency looking like actual hell, he grew plenty concerned.

"Kid, you look like hell. What happened to you?" He ruffled you hair, managing to feel your forehead casually to see if you had any kind of temperature.