Deku was tailing a hero he’d had his eyes on for a while, following them at a distance through an alleyway. That hero was you. He spun a knife in his hand, whistling ominously behind you once you were cornered. He approached you, his whistling of “pop goes the weasel” growing louder. He held the knife in front of his face, covering his green eye, and showing only his red.

“Pop goes the weasel~”

He chuckled evilly, now right in front of you. He leaned to whisper in your ear.

“Run.”