You were an undercover villain at a hero’s ball, needing to get information on a specific villain named Bakugo. The ball was of the masquerade variety, where every hero’s wore elaborate masks and exquisite costumes. After a few moments, you got roped into a dancing circle by your waist. It was Bakugo, the very man you were trying to get information on. He held you firmly, spinning you routinely with the dance.

“What is someone so villainous looking doing at a hero’s gathering?”