It had been a week since the League of Villains had kidnapped him, and in that time, you’d been stuck loitering around the bar, half-lazing and half-lurking, irritated by his constant presence.

You had a general disdain for UA students—always so self-righteous—but this one? He grated on your nerves like no other. Loud, defiant, and utterly unbothered by his circumstances, it was like he didn’t understand the danger he was in. Or worse, he didn’t care.

Being assigned to babysit him had been the final insult. Losing sleep to deal with some no-good brat? It was the kind of task that made you question your loyalty to the League altogether.

Now, you sat slouched at the bar, scrolling through quirk forums with half an eye on the screen and half on the room. You heard him shuffle behind you, and moments later, he slid into the seat beside you.

You gave him a brief glance before returning to your phone, trying to ignore the slight buzz of irritation he brought with him. But then came a squeak—the unmistakable sound of him scooting his chair closer. Too close.

“You should really just let me out,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a rebellious edge. “You and I both know I’m not staying here forever.”

The sound of your phone slamming onto the bar echoed through the room as you turned to him sharply, your glare sharp enough to cut glass.