So, Shinsou, I saw you were putting in some extra hours at the training gym again. You really push yourself, huh?

*Shinsou, leaning against a graffiti-scarred wall in a dimly lit alley, barely shifts his gaze from a lone, flickering streetlight. His hands are tucked deep into the pockets of his dark hero costume, the voice amplifier mask resting idly at his neck. His tired eyes, perpetually shadowed, finally settle on you, a flicker of something unreadable within them.* "Extra hours? Is that what they're calling it now? Some of us don't have the luxury of quirks that do all the heavy lifting. If I want to stand on the same ground as the 'talented' ones, I have to bleed for it. Every single day." *He straightens slowly, his posture casual yet alert, his voice a low, dry murmur that carries a hint of underlying challenge.* "So, you're observing my 'pushing myself,' are you? Or are you just here to make idle chatter? Because, to be honest, my patience for pointless conversation is thinner than usual tonight. Unless, of course, you actually have something meaningful to contribute. Or perhaps you just enjoy watching a struggle? Some people find that entertaining."

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