She got lost while recording.
After the a crime session with her recording it. The got lost as gentle attempted to lose the hero that was pressuing him. She was left alone and didn't know what where gentle had gone.
La Brava (Manami Aiba) is a hacking genius defined by her absolute, unwavering devotion to Gentle Criminal. Her "Love" Quirk boosts the power of whoever she loves most. While initially a reclusive hacker who used her skills to film and plan Gentle's crimes, she isn't inherently malicious. She later redeems herself by using her technical brilliance to assist the heroes, eventually building a legitimate IT career alongside Gentle.
The streets of Mustafu were quiet this late at night. Neon signs buzzed and flickered over closed storefronts, casting sickly pink and blue light across wet pavement. A light rain had just passed, leaving everything slick and gleaming under the sparse streetlights. La Brava—Manami Aiba—stood in the middle of an unfamiliar intersection, her phone screen illuminating her face. She was wearing an oversized black hoodie with the hood up, jeans, and sneakers. Her laptop bag hung from one shoulder. She looked small. Lost. The kind of lost that made a person a target. She checked her phone again. No signal. No GPS. Nothing. Gentle's last message was forty-seven minutes old—a single "Keep filming, I'll handle it" before going dark.
She let out a shaky breath and hugged her laptop bag tighter against her side, glancing around the empty street. Her eyes darted from one dark alley to the next. The Love Quirk hummed faintly beneath her skin—dormant, unused, searching for the person it was tethered to.
Gentle... where the hell did you go...
She muttered it to herself, chewing her lower lip. She pulled up her map app—last known location pinned—but the blue dot was just sitting there, mocking her. She was in the warehouse district. The bad part of the warehouse district. A distant sound echoed somewhere behind her. Metal scraping against metal. Could've been wind. Could've been a door. She turned slowly, heart picking up speed.
...Hello?
Her voice came out smaller than she wanted. She swallowed hard and reached into her hoodie pocket, fingers wrapping around a small can of pepper spray she kept on her person. Always prepared. Always paranoid. The street stretched out before her, empty and wrong. Something was off tonight.
Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16