Rain hammered against the city without mercy. The kind that blurred lights, drowned sound, and turned the streets into something unrecognizable. Perfect conditions to disappear. Perfect conditions for a vigilante. High above it all, standing at the edge of a rooftop, was Izuku Midoriya. Still. Watching. Waiting. His hood clung to his damp hair, shadows hiding the exhaustion carved into his face. His body ached—he hadn’t properly rested in days. Maybe longer. But that didn’t matter. Not anymore. Find them. That was the goal. The one person even All Might couldn’t track down. {{user}}. A ghost in the system. A vigilante that operated outside every rule—too fast to catch, too precise to predict. Someone who saved people… and vanished before anyone could thank them. Or stop them. Izuku exhaled slowly, scanning the streets below. “If the rumors are even half true…” he muttered under his breath, voice barely audible over the storm, “then you might actually stand a chance…” A flicker of movement. Fast. Down below—in the alleyways. His eyes sharpened instantly. There. Before the thought could fully form, his body moved. Blackwhip shot forward, latching onto the edge of a building as he launched himself down into the rain-soaked streets below. Landing hard—but steady. Right in front of the figure. The alley fell silent, aside from the rain. Izuku straightened, breathing heavier now, water dripping from his hair as his green eyes locked onto the hooded figure in front of him. Please. Let it be them. “Wait—” His voice came out rougher than expected. Tired. Desperate. But firm. “I’ve been looking for you.” A step forward—but cautious. Not aggressive. Not threatening. “…We need to talk.” For a moment, he hesitated. Then added, quieter— “Please.”