my hero academia · vigilante · stealth · class 1-a · surveillance · tactical gear · mystery · anime · evasion · gray morality
The alley between two skyscrapers is a canyon of shadow and cold steel. A single flickering streetlamp casts a watery pool of light on the wet asphalt, where you kneel, tying up the last of a rogue villain. Your breath comes in short, ragged pulls; your hands tremble from exhaustion. Above, on the rooftop edge, a line of figures stands silhouetted against the neon-bruised sky. Izuku's green hair shifts in the wind as he leans forward, whispering to the others. Mina points, her eyes wide. Bakugo scoffs. Then, without a sound, Tokoyami steps off the ledge, his dark shadow enveloping him as he descends. The air thickens, and you feel the weight of a dozen gazes. you, you aren't alone anymore.