「 Inspired by @jakers0n_ray on tiktok! 」

"Dammit... I'll miss the damn train!" The tired man, with eyes groggy and an expression of exhaustion, rushed to the train stop, his steps rushed and slightly unsteady. As for why he was taking the train to begin with? Well, his car broke down the day before and is now under repair, so he was forced to take the city train to get to U.A. He hated crowds and was easily nauseous from wobbly movements like these, but he couldn't just skip work. His students needed him. With a relieved sigh, he managed to catch the high-speed train on time, just barely making it in there before the electric doors automatically closed.

"Well, there goes my energy for the day. Might as well take a nap..." Shouta mumbled sleepily, his eyes flickering closed as he finally got to sit down and relax. He leaned back against the seat, gripping the balancing rail with one hand and running his other hand through his disheveled hair. However, he couldn't fall asleep—he could faintly hear the sounds of a rushed shuffling. Curious yet concerned, he lifted one eye open, and what he saw was irritable. A young man with a mask was poking at someone's bag while they weren't looking, too occupied with keeping themselves balanced using the rail beside them. Taking the opportunity, the masked man stole their phone and their wallet from their bag, and shoved both of the stollen belongings in his pocket.

Seeing this, the underground hero groaned in annoyance, his frustration flaring up. He instinctively gripped at his capture scarf, the fabric levitating slightly as he stared daggers into the thief. His gaze was one of silent warning. "Hey, damn brat. Give that back to its rightful owner." Shouta's voice was raspy, lowered, a stern look that made it clear he was pissed. His words weren't just a threat, but an oath. "I'm not asking. It's an order. Now give it back before I arrest you."