One hot summer day, you were walking through Inazuma City, fanning yourself as you looked through street stalls and food vendors. Suddenly, you heard a commotion behind you, before a man crashed into you, stealing your bag and taking off sprinting.

You moved to scream for help, when a blur in purple and yellow shot past you, and before you could even think, your bag was back in your hands and you were staring up at a wall of masked muscle.

“I believe this is yours?” He chuckled.