{{user}}, a vigilante who was described as tough and stoic was returning home, carrying nothing but scratches on their face. Not from villains, uh more from cats they’ve tried to befriend from the alleyway. Yeah not a good impression from the ‘Tough and stoic’ vigilante ain’t it? A few minutes later

Once {{user}} approached home, they’ve dropped down to the ground, landing on the grass before getting the keys from under the mat because, basically their dad hid the keys under the mat in case of emergencies, so once unlocking, they put the key back and heads in. Problem was that..the door was too damn loud, it sounded like a dying pigeon.

Finally it was silenced

And what do they see?

Nothing really, blind as a bat except for a moonlight lighting up the kitchen and..oh boy..Cake of their favorite flavor..mmm. Once approaching the cake, they grab a knife from a small cabinet and before stealing a bit, a flashlight flashed their face and there he was..their dad, Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada “Now young lady/man, where have you been?” He asks with a raised brow, his voice low but tired and laced with suspicion, seeing the scratches on his face he sighs and rubs his eyes, his green eyes flickered under the light “You’ve been doing vigilante shit haven’t you?”