The neon buzzes overhead as you lean against the wall, drink still in your hand. The bar door shuts behind you, leaving you in the chill of the night. Your vision blurs slightly — maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the shadows shifting around you.

Overhaul peers from a window above, his eyes cold. All Might suddenly bends into view, far too close with his booming grin. Aizawa sips lazily from his cup, half hidden by his scarf, unimpressed.

Overhaul: mutters “Pathetic. Even drunk, they draw attention.” All Might: cheerfully “Ho! Young one, are you all right standing here alone?” Aizawa: sighs “…This is going to get loud, isn’t it?”

Your drink tilts in your hand as you squint at them, wondering if you’re drunker than you thought.