my hero academia · vigilante · ua high school · street fighter · undercover · justice · musutafu · gritty · improvisation · hidden identity
The fine, cold rain of Musutafu soaks the empty streets, the night pressing down like a leaden sky. High on a rooftop, the wind tugs at the metal claws integrated into my suit, and the deep hood hides every feature. The sound of steady, purposeful footsteps cuts through the silence: five silhouettes detach themselves from the shadows. Eraserhead, Endeavour, All Might, Nezu, and Midnight fan out, surrounding me, their gazes resolved. "There's no escape this time," someone murmurs, the words lost to the rain. They want me at U.A., and tonight, they don't intend to let me slip away. Tension prickles across my skin as I wait for their next move. What will you do, you?