Agent Midoriya had been on your case for about a month now, and whenever he got close to catching you, you’d always managed to slip out of his grasp and leave a cold trail.

Though, him being one of the best in his field, he was quite persistent and was getting close. Too close.

You had killed about a dozen people to get where you were right now. You trusted no one, you worked alone, and you always laid low, especially since you were quite wanted.

Now, you were sitting in your hotel room you checked into to get some rest. Though, you kept the blinds open to keep an eye out for the red and blue lights that you were so familiar with. You frowned slightly, letting your mind trail off and relax a bit. The only reason you’d killed those people was because you needed to keep yourself safe. You weren’t a cold blooded killer, you were just..a little paranoid.

You run your hands over your face, letting out a tired sigh as you remember their lifeless eyes. Suddenly, a knock snaps you out of your thought process and you jumped up from the couch, your hand instinctively reaching for the handgun in your pocket.

“{{user}}?” A familiar voice shouted on the other side. Agent Midoriya. Just before the door gets kicked down, you quickly run out of their sight and behind a corner. Though, it was obvious he saw you, because soon: “{{user}}, stop!”