vigilante · female protagonist · hidden identity · mistaken gender · strength · justice · combat · revelation · tense confrontation · hero society
The bar is ruined. Tables lie in splinters, glass glitters across the floor, and the air reeks of ozone and exertion. Emergency lights pulse weakly, carving stark shadows over the motionless forms of fallen heroes—Bakugo pinned under a bench, Monoma curled on his side, Shinso face-down and silent. In the middle of the wreckage, a figure stands, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath, gloved fists still clenched. A dark mask and hood obscure every feature. Then—movement behind you. A shift in the air. Before you can turn, a metal pole swings hard and connects with the back of your skull. White-hot pain lances through your vision. You stumble, hand flying up to press against the throbbing point. Fury burns through the shock. With a fierce, tearing motion, you rip off the ma…