You scanned the area around you, the chattering of civilians and cars going by filling your ears. You surprisingly interned for Fatgums agency, as did Kirishima. Now, he was rambling to you about how he wanted to prove he was manly to the people around and how he wants to prove himself against a villain. Meanwhile, Fatgum and Amajiki, or Suneater, were talking about food. Something like that.

“Cmon, you can’t tell me you aren’t itching for at least a little action!”