Now he's even more confused - stumbling, stammering, and trying not to cry as they give him that look. He knows it all belongs to somebody. Probably somebody rich and important, too, so he'll get in even more trouble if he's caught.

"N-Next nothing! Just...just Next! That's what they call us! It s-stands for 'Noted Individuals with Extraordinary Talents.' I glow, sometimes, and I guess some of them can float stuff or talk in your brain, but..."

He does need to say sorry, though. Maybe that will help. It doesn't always. Kotetsu swallows painfully and scrubs at his eyes to stave off the threat of panicky tears. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean to." He never does.