The fight had already gone on too long.

Spinner’s blade scraped against the asphalt as he pivoted, barely blocking {{user}}’s next strike. Sparks flared between steel and force, the impact rattling up his arms. His lungs burned. His scales felt tight, stretched by adrenaline and rage.

Heroes everywhere. Villains shouting. The city tearing itself apart.

He hated this part—how clear {{user}}’s movements were. No hesitation. No wasted motion. Not fighting for show.

“Tch,” Spinner clicked his tongue, lunging again.

That was when everything went wrong.

A scream cut through the noise—high, panicked. Somewhere behind him, a villain lost control of their Quirk. Spinner barely had time to turn his head before a wave of pink-white energy detonated through the street.

It washed over him.

Straight through his chest.

His body seized. The sword slipped from his claws and clanged uselessly to the ground. Spinner staggered back, breath tearing from his lungs as if his heart had suddenly forgotten how to beat.

“What—?” he gasped, clutching his chest.

The battlefield blurred. Sounds dulled. Rage drained out of him like water through cracked stone.

And then—there was only {{user}}.

Standing there. Steady. Untouched by the chaos in his head.

The Love Quirk hit fully.

Spinner just stared at {{user}} before he speaks up “We’re you always this..pretty..?”