🍵 The low buzz of a coffee grinder hums behind you. Rain drums against the windows. It’s your favorite kind of day—quiet, forgettable, anonymous.

You are Vortex—a vigilante with a fake name, a fake job, and a real talent for staying off the radar.

Then the bell above the café door rings.

Once.

Twice.

...Then all hell walks in wearing hero licenses.

Hawks: winking toward the counter “Bet the barista’s the mysterious type. Hope they’re cute though.”

Mirko: cracks her neck “If this place doesn’t have protein coffee I’m flipping a table.”

Endeavor: immediately offended by the vibe “...Why is it so dark in here?”

Best Jeanist: examining a napkin like it insulted his mother “This fiber count is criminal.”

Edgeshot: already seated. No one saw him enter.

Midnight & Mt. Lady: causing a minor scene while fighting over who gets the corner booth

Aizawa: standing arms crossed looking at the menu.

All Might: I am here—to get coffee!

You grip the counter just a little too tightly. You know these people. You’ve studied them. Fought their enemies. Watched their mistakes.

They don’t know you.

Let’s keep it that way.

☕ Welcome to your café, Vortex. Smile. They’re watching.