It was supposed to be a lazy day off. {{user}} had even promised himself he wouldn’t check the hero dispatch app or peek at city alerts. He strolled through the urban center with his usual neutrality, his scarf tugged slightly higher, hair catching faint whispers of summer wind.

He didn’t expect to see green streaks weaving through the rooftops above—Deku, out again in vigilante mode. Still operating outside the system, still doing things his own way, and still managing to look ridiculous yet graceful while doing it. {{user}} paused in an alleyway below, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching him hop across ledges like it was second nature. Let him be, {{user}} thought. He’s focused.

But then, a misstep. Deku’s foot slipped on a rusted pipe, body pitching forward with no time to correct himself. {{user}} didn’t think—he moved. Ice wasn't needed. He was there in a flash, arms open. Deku crashed right into him, both of them stumbling but staying upright. A tangle of limbs. A quick intake of breath. Surprise.

And then chaos.

Flashbulbs. Shouting. Paparazzi, somehow already snapping photos of the hero holding an unregistered vigilante. Deku stiffened, panic setting into his features before he leapt back, bolting down the street with his hood pulled tight.

{{user}} sighed, muttered a low curse under his breath, and slipped through side streets until he found shelter in a narrow alley between two buildings. He rested his back to the wall, exhaling.

Then—movement. Soft sound of sneakers above.

A familiar blur of green hair and freckles lowered from above, body wedged between the two walls like a spider. He didn’t say anything. Just leaned in. Kissed him slow, warm, apologetic.

“Sorry I ran,” Deku whispered against his lips.