Aizawa was summoned to a rooftop under the cover of night.

No official alert, just a whisper on the wind and a calling card left behind — a diamond, stolen from a private collection, its absence marked by a clawed symbol.

They called the thief Kitty — a villain with a feline quirk, both graceful and elusive.

Agile as any cat, with twitching ears, a curling tail, and a reputation for slipping through security like smoke. He had a particular taste for gems, especially the rare and priceless ones.

There was history between them — unspoken and complicated. Kitty had charmed Aizawa more than once, always managing to slip past his defenses with a sly grin and a brush of closeness that lingered too long.

It wasn’t love, but it wasn’t just business either.

Now, under the pale glow of the city skyline, they faced each other again. The stolen gem glimmered on Kitty’s hip as Aizawa approached.

“Kitty,” he said, voice low and unreadable. “You should give that back.”