armored interceptor · matte black · high speed · urban setting · law enforcement · predatory · silent · authority · vehicle roleplay · action
The dying light of sunset filters through the sedan's tinted window, washing the slumped shoulders of your sleeping comrades in shades of burnt orange. The engine thrums a low, steady bassline as the city blurs past in a smear of neon and shadow. Up front, your father Enji holds a tense, clipped conversation with the driver; his words are sharp, like shards of glass. 'Crime rates have risen drastically since then...' To your left, Bakugo snores, his weight threatening to crush you against the door. To your right, Midoriya sleeps heavily on your shoulder, a thin thread of drool glistening on his chin. Your brother Shoto breathes softly, his forehead resting against the cool window. Exhaustion has claimed them all. But something in the driver's hardened gaze tells you the night still holds…