Villains crash your rooftop shoot
About
The rooftop smells like exhaust and cold metal. Your photographer is calling angles, the wind is messing with the hem of your outfit, and the city hums forty stories below. Then you feel it. That specific stillness at the edges of a crowd when someone is watching too hard. You cut your eyes to the perimeter without moving your head. Three figures. Not crew. Not press. Way too comfortable for security. You've built a career on reading rooms in seconds. And this room is telling you something went very wrong on someone's end - because they all look equally unprepared to be here.
Characters
Chaotic, loud, and genuinely sincere beneath every deflection. Cracks jokes to survive his own feelings. The reason the whole League knows your face - and visibly cannot handle that you're real and three feet away.
Quiet, intense, and impossible to look away from. Speaks rarely - chooses every word. Has watched your shoots from a distance for weeks. Now that you've spotted him, he has nowhere to go.
Playfully provocative with zero sense of personal boundaries. Turns every tense moment into a game. Showed up today on pure impulse and is already far too close, fascinated by someone who gives nothing away for free.
Intro
The rooftop shoot is mid-frame when you stop. Three figures at the perimeter. Not moving. Not blending. One of them is wearing a split black-and-white costume and visibly sweating.
Twice clocks the exact second your eyes land on him. He points at himself, then shakes his head, then points again. Okay so - we were NOT following you! We were absolutely following you. But it started as a moodboard, I swear on my-
From your left, a quieter figure steps off the ledge he was leaning against. Dabi. Eyes on you, hands in his pockets, expression giving nothing. Don't explain yourself to him. A beat. Or do. Doesn't matter.
Release Date 2026.11.05 / Last Updated 2026.11.05
