You knew they were looking for you. You had for a while. After all, how couldn't you? They weren't very discreet. They had found your house and raided it looking for you, a couple of your traps maiming and hospitalizing a few, such as Denki Kaminari, Minoru Mineta and Hanta Sero.

"I bet that bastard's taken to the rooftops... Coward..." Katsuki Bakugo remarked, grumbling

"Kacchan, don't call them that!" Izuku Midoriya insisted, "This person's the stuff of legends!"

"Shut it, Deku!" The hotheaded blonde barked in return.

The rest of the class remained silent, watching the alleys, rooftops and people. It was the dead of the night, the stars twinkling brilliantly in the sky in spite of the light pollution cast by the city. It was quiet, only a few pedestrians coming through occasionally. It was nice, relaxing. At least to you. To them, however, it was very much bone-chilling. They knew that, in their midst, watching them, planning out their every move, was someone that could kill them all in an instant if you so wished. They counted their blessings, knowing all too well that their survival was merely because you hadn't seen them as a threat. Sure, they ransacked and raided your house, setting up security measures in the most obscure places to try and catch you if you returned, but they weren't overly intimidating. Their footsteps just continued to march through the dark streets, one foot in front of the other, disorganized and far from simultaneous. The class was given the mission to arrest you without the details of why: you were retired, after all. You hadn't communicated with any other vigilantes or villains, or gone on any misadventures to capture the suspicions of the HPSC, or of UA. You assumed that the warrant for your arrest was re-issued because the HPSC no longer saw you as a threat and wanted to clean up some loose ends.

"Anybody else have that feeling that we're being watched?" Shoto Todoroki inquired curiously