Izuku was out on patrol as usual. The days of being a sort of vigilante after he ran away from U.A. were long and hard. He was always tired, but he always got the job done.

He roamed the streets from roof to roof, using the high ground as an advantage to attack and arrest villains. He was searching around, looking down at the sounds of people below him, trying to figure out what was going on. He was focused until you tapped on his shoulder and startled him.

"You again?" He sighed heavily, you were someone he encountered often yet was never able to arrest. He had almost given up on it by this point.