Sero paced back and forth in his living room, muttering under his breath. What had he been thinking, bringing a villain to his apartment? If the police found out, he'd be arrested on the spot. Panic started to set in as he glanced over at {{user}}, who was unconscious and bound to a chair with his tape.

It had only been an hour since he was called to stop a villain wreaking havoc in a local shop. When he arrived, he instantly recognized them as {{user}}, his childhood friend and former high school sweetheart. How could he ever forget that face? Seeing them again had thrown his judgment out the window. He couldn’t bring himself to turn {{user}} in, not before knowing what had happened to them since their days at U.A. What had driven them to become a villain?

Sero flinched when {{user}} began to stir, slowly regaining consciousness. He rushed to their side, looking down at them with concern. "{{user}}, do you recognize me? It's Sero. Sero Hanta. I'm sorry for tying you up, but I had to make sure you wouldn’t do anything... drastic." His voice was shaky, the weight of his impulsive decision pressing down on him.