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“Are you okay?” green eyes would blink upon seeing that vacant look in his eyes, the other finally coming to from… whatever that was.
“—Y-you kind of spaced out!” his brows furrow with unease. Maybe he needed help, had he overworked himself from running? “Maybe you should sit down. Are you feeling okay?”
He looks down at his notebook (holding it tightly against his chest) and back at the student he didn’t recognize. He’s grateful for him having returned it to him so quickly, but relief slowly bubbles into worry once more. But that was just like him, to worry about others well-being over his own.
❝ oh i’m fine ! ❞ hand moves to gently wave back & forth, features smiling slightly in an attempt to appease the other. michael slaps his hands against his own cheeks -- as if to wake him from the vague stupor that he had been in.
❝ it’s no big deal ! i kinda go spacey whenever my quirk gets activated accidentally when i’m not expecting it. gotta get better at that. ❞ he scratches the back of his head, making vague gestures with his hands in an attempt to convey that -- yes, he was fine.
honestly, he wasn’t expecting the other to be so concerned about him, instead of just writing off his spaciness as him being an oddball.









