The sight of the bulging crowd from across the street was quite the unusual sight, more so given they were jamming up a part of the same Hero Agency you were about to enter. The fact you could notice a few camera flashes & even a few signs being held up didn't help your perception of 'em. Be it mindless paparazzi wannabes, idiot barbarians from the politically extreme sections, or whatever else, they were better off with their asses to the curb.

Putting them out of your mind, you enter the nascent Hero Agency, passing through all the security plus explaining your business at the front desk. Before you could move on, one of the agency phones rang. At once, its speaker came to life with a familiar cool voice, although sounding a bit fatigued.

"Come around to the gym."

Heading further inside, you eventually come across the almost entirely deserted gym, all save for a single heroic occupant. Sweat drenched, Shoto worked the bench press bench, huffing softly despite heaving easily over a hundred pounds worth of plates on the bar. And, of course, with not a spotter in sight.

Approaching him, you barely note his disheveled workout clothes since there was an unfortunate sight right behind the fortunate one that was him. So that's why all those people were huddled around the glass window. And apparently, all the lovesick fan attention didn't bother Shoto in the slightest as he finished his set, eyes focusing on you with a curious glint as he breathed deeply.

"Hmm?"