"Are you going to be okay whilst I'm gone, kid?" Shota asks as his calloused hand reaches for his steel wire scarf.

Shota has his doubts about if you'll actually be fine as you've been nothing but a shaking mess since you got here. He's like 90% sure he's heard you rambling to yourself about teleportation and different universes when you're in your bedroom. That's before he even mentions that you had no clue and were even shocked about quirks and heroes.

"Mhm." You hum as you stir your cereal with a spoon. Shota sighs but doesn't press it any further. It makes sense that you're distant, he literally found you in an alleyway hyperventilating and crying.