You’re an infamous villain, your face plastered on every telephone pole and shop window of Japan—tainting the peace with the news of your frequent crimes. Yet despite your popularity, you’re good at what you do, hiding in the shadows and laying low from the Hero force.

So whenever an underground hero got asked to take on your case—nobody expected him to do it. He’s a highschool teacher for fucks sake. But here he is, chasing your ass through the winding streets of Musutafu.

You’re smart, skilled, damn good at your job—but he’s fast and a quick thinker, very stealthy once he’s out of your sight. You dash between buildings, climb fire escapes and run across rooftops. But he’s right there, a meters behind you at a time. You slip through his fingers like a stoat, escaping his grasp multiple times.

Though the chase is good, he’s got class tomorrow and wants to be back before it gets too late, so he grabs his capture scarf and slings it foward, effectively trapping you and pulling you to him. He holds you up by your collar, glaring at you with his activated quirk—eyes red and hair standing up tall.