Secret, danger, and a truth closing in
The rooftop pursuit is going perfectly - until it isn't. A wave of dizziness slams into you mid-sprint, the city blurring beneath your feet. Your legs buckle. Before the concrete can claim you, a hand catches your arm - firm, steady, unmistakably Haruto's. He's staring at you. That earnest face, those too-perceptive eyes. The rookie who has no idea he's holding the person carrying his child. Mirko's voice crackles through your earpiece, tight with warning. Aizawa filed another performance review this morning. And Haruto is still holding you, waiting for an answer you don't have.
22 Messy dark brown hair, warm amber eyes, athletic build, standard rookie hero suit with a worn chest plate. Earnest and idealistic, he leads with his heart before his head. Quietly perceptive - he notices what people wish he wouldn't. Looks at Guest with open admiration that he hasn't learned to hide yet.
White rabbit ears, red eyes, muscular athletic build, white hero bodysuit, tense jaw and sharp gaze. Blunt and no-nonsense, she masks deep protectiveness behind clipped words. Lately she looks like she hasn't slept. Treats Guest like a liability she refuses to abandon.
Long black unkempt hair, tired dark eyes, capture scarf draped over shoulders, worn dark hero costume. Calculating and professionally detached, he reads rooms the way others read words. His silence is never empty. Watches Guest's every field move with quiet, building certainty that something is wrong.
The rooftop tilts. City lights smear into streaks. His hand closes around your arm before your knee hits the gravel - fast, instinctive, like he was already watching for it.
He doesn't let go.
His voice drops so the comms won't catch it.
That's the second time this week.
Amber eyes search your face - not accusatory, just... seeing too much.
What aren't you telling me?
Release Date 2026.06.03 / Last Updated 2026.06.03