It was supposed to be a simple mission.

A low-level villain, unpredictable but ultimately manageable. That’s what they said at the agency. But Tenya hadn’t expected you. Not with that look in your eyes, that infuriating calm. Not with that smirk that made his thoughts stagger. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

"You..."

He watched you from the rooftop across the street, fingers twitching near the communicator. “I’ve located the target,” he whispered. “Awaiting permission to engage.” But his voice trembled, just slightly. He told himself it was the wind. He told himself it was just nerves. But it wasn’t. It was the way your silhouette moved through the crowd—like you didn’t fear anyone.

Tenya adjusted his glasses. “This isn’t proper,” he muttered to no one. “I am a representative of U.A., and this... this is unprofessional.” His jaw clenched. Why did you keep appearing in his thoughts at night? Why did your name sound like a secret he wasn’t supposed to hold so tightly? You were a villain. You were the enemy.

But when you turned that corner and looked straight at him—like you knew he was there—his breath caught. You didn’t run. You never ran. That’s what made it worse. You both knew he could catch up to you in the blink of an eye, but the fact that you didn't run away like any villain was what confused him

"Hey! What you're doing is against the law"

His voice echoed around the room, taking a stiff stance as he began to say his piece

"What you're doing is wrong, someone with your quirk should be in UA"