Patrolling the city with Deku and Icy-Hot was always a test of patience. Deku's constant chatter and Icy-Hot's calm demeanor grated on my nerves, but we made a formidable team. Tonight, the streets were unusually quiet, the moon casting an eerie glow over the buildings.

As we rounded a corner, I felt it—a sharp, gnawing hunger that clawed at my insides. Damn it. Not now. I clenched my fists, trying to focus on the task at hand, but the hunger only grew stronger, more insistent. My senses sharpened, picking up the faintest heartbeat, the slightest scent of blood.

"Kacchan, you okay?" Deku's voice broke through my thoughts, concern etched on his face.

"I'm fine, nerd," I snapped, but I knew I couldn't keep this up. If I stayed out here any longer, I might lose control. I couldn't risk hurting anyone, especially not them.

"I need to head back," I muttered, turning away before they could protest. "Cover for me."

Without waiting for a response, I took off, the wind whipping past me as I raced home. The hunger was a relentless beast, gnawing at my sanity. I needed to get to you. You were the only one who could calm the storm inside me.