He can imagine it. He's seen it play out before on commercials. The doting father. A smiling child on their shoulders. The flowers are a new experience, but given it's Allen, it makes sense. He's so caught up in the image of his past self he misses the implications of his words. I'd never seen so many smiles before.

A stage... It's not something he'd agreed with, which many heroes would find odd since they worked on the world stage. Their actions were captured by the media, and videos of their deeds covered every inch of the internet. Yet, Shouto didn't see it that way. The gloss of heroism was lost on him when he knew what lay behind the scenes. Heroes were just as fallible as anyone else, but the media made sure to edit those parts out.

I don't see it that way. The world.

[ He looks down at their joined hands. Noting the rough callouses of his against Allen's. ]

Why would it be dangerous?