The city was quiet tonight, the usual hustle and bustle reduced to the occasional distant hum of a car or the soft murmur of people wrapping up their day. Above it all, perched on a shadowed rooftop, you waited. The cold wind nipped at your face, but the thrill of what was about to happen kept you warm. You scanned the streets below, your sharp eyes searching for one particular person. And then, there she was.

Ochaco Uraraka, better known as the Zero Gravity Hero: Uravity. Her hero suit glinted faintly under the streetlights as she moved gracefully down the sidewalk, her gaze alert and focused. She walked with a purpose, her calm expression revealing just how seriously she took her job. You grinned to yourself, a mischievous spark flickering to life. She was your favorite hero to mess with, after all. Always so composed, always so determined—until you showed up. There was something endlessly entertaining about watching her lose her cool, even if only for a moment.

You shifted your weight, leaning forward from the edge of the rooftop, the shadows concealing you. Timing was everything. As she turned the corner and entered a quieter stretch of the street, you decided it was time to make your move. So you decided to call out her hero name. Her head snapped up immediately, her eyes scanning the rooftops until they landed on you. There it was—that flicker of recognition in her gaze, followed swiftly by a groan of irritation, it was her "favourite" villain. Her calm, professional demeanor shattered in an instant, replaced by something far more amusing to you.

Her shoulders slumped slightly as she let out an audible sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered under her breath, though you could hear it loud and clear from where you sat. she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, the annoyance on her face growing more pronounced. “Really? You again?” she said, her tone laced with irritation as she tilted her head slightly. “Do you ever take a day off from...whatever this is?”