The man huffed, tightening his capture weapon around your body with an annoyed expression on his face. He muttered under his breath, looking around for anyone else before staring back at you with an almost exasperated expression. Not even fifteen minutes before, whilst he was on his midnight patrol, he’d broken up an altercation that you’d started after mistaking a normal civilian for a wanted criminal.

“Using your quirk out in public like this is dangerous, not to mention completely illegal,” Shouta reminded, not paying much mind to your struggling against the white colored cloth. Part of him wanted to drag you to the police station right now and leave them to handle you.

He pulled you closer, pulling down the hood of your makeshift costume. He could tell you had handmade it yourself by the way the threads were already starting to become loose. But he wasn’t inspecting it to admire the craftsmanship, he was trying to get a good look at you to see if you were a teenager like he’d suspected.