This wasn't going at all like he thought. But instead of being a relief it's almost...frustrating. Kota considered himself good with people (whether that's true or not) and her apparent refusal to act like he expected made him frown slightly as he took the ball back, wiping it off on his uniform jacket to get rid of any stray glass bits.

"Are you sure? At least let me help clean up or patch the window or something." He didn't really expect her to take him up on the offer, because it was a rare person who'd let a stranger into their house, especially one that had just vandalized it. That was until he noticed her hand. "You're hurt."

There was no way that could be from the glass, right? There was no way he had argued with Kuwata long enough for her to clean and bandage herself before opening the door.