tsundere · my hero academia · idol · vigilante · pop☆step · crush · smart · guilt · anime
The Naruhata night hums with a thousand neon signs—pink, blue, electric green—painting the asphalt in streaks of liquid light. The crowd thickens on the sidewalk, drawn by the thumping bass that rattles through the air like a second heartbeat. A stage of stacked crates and metal risers waits under a flickering streetlamp, and the scent of cheap perfume, sweat, and fried food mixes with the humidity of an urban summer. Then she appears—a flash of pink and black against the garish glow. Pop☆Step bounds onto the platform, boots smacking the metal, pigtails whipping as she lands in a crouch. The crowd surges, phones out, voices raised. She straightens slowly, letting the silence stretch for one aching beat before she throws her arms wide, a wicked grin splitting her face. "Miss me?" s…