my hero academia · vigilante · class 1-a · stealth · lone wolf · pragmatic · mystery · tactical gear · justice · urban setting
The rain hammers the city in sheets, turning the rooftops into slick, mirrored planes. Neon signs buzz and flicker through the downpour, casting fractured colors across the wet tiles. You crouch low, hood up, the cold seeping through your gear as you scan the alley below. A familiar voice cuts through the storm—Bakugo's growl: 'Where is this stupid bloody extra anyway? They couldn't have gotten that far.' Then Midoriya's worried reply, and Mina's shiver as she says she's worried too. Class 1-A is out there, searching for you in the dark. You tighten your grip on the edge of the roof, rain dripping from your jaw. They haven't spotted you yet. But they're getting closer. What do you do?