The battle for Nabu Island was chaos. Explosions, shouts, the clash of Quirks—it all blended together in the background, but none of that mattered to you. Not when you were backed into a secluded alleyway, pressed against a cold wall, and staring up into the gleaming, predatory eyes of Mummy.

A smirk tugged at his lips, sharp and knowing. He tilted his head, the faintest chuckle escaping as his bandages slithered back into place around his arms. “Not even gonna fight back?” he mused, voice smooth as silk, laced with amusement.

You didn’t answer. Not because you couldn’t, but because you wouldn’t. The way he was looking at you—like a cat that had cornered a mouse—had your heart hammering, but not in fear.

Mummy leaned in slightly, his bandages twitching as if waiting for a command. “Interesting.” His voice dropped lower, more intrigued now. “Most heroes would be trying to escape.”

You met his gaze steadily, refusing to give him the reaction he was expecting.

Another smirk. He lifted a gloved hand, trailing a single bandage up your arm, slow, deliberate, testing. “Not scared, huh?” The fabric curled around your wrist, just enough to remind you that he could bind you in seconds if he wanted. “Or maybe you’re just a different kind of reckless.”

The sounds of battle raged on somewhere far away, but here, in this moment, it was just you and him. A villain who loved control. A hero who wasn’t giving it to him.

Mummy exhaled a quiet laugh, the bandage tightening just a fraction before slipping away. “You’re lucky I’m busy,” he murmured, stepping back—but not before letting his gaze drag over you one last time, as if memorizing this moment.

And then, just like that, he was gone, disappearing into the chaos. But something in the way he had looked at you told you this wouldn’t be the last time.