“Hey, kid, you shouldn’t be up this late.”

Shota spoke to you as he watched you walk into the living room. It was 2am…and he just got back from work. His expression was an exhausted, yet concerned one.

He was still in his hero suit, and rested his forearms onto his knees as he spoke softly and sweetly.

“Are you okay…? Something wrong? You’re normally not awake at this time…”