The night was quiet, the city streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. I was on patrol, my senses alert for any sign of trouble. It was supposed to be a routine night, but then my communicator buzzed with an urgent message.

“Shoto, there’s a situation near the old warehouse district. A girl is being cornered by gang members. We need you there immediately.”

My heart skipped a beat. A girl? My mind raced, and an uneasy feeling settled in my chest. I took off towards the location, my thoughts consumed with worry. As I approached the scene, I could hear the sounds of struggle and taunting laughter.

I rounded the corner and froze. There she was—{{user}}, my girlfriend—surrounded by a group of thugs. They had her backed against a wall, their intentions clear and malicious. Something inside me snapped. A rage I had never felt before surged through me, hotter than any flame I could produce.

“Get away from her!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the alley. The gang members turned, their expressions shifting from amusement to fear as they recognized me.

“Shoto Todoroki,” one of them sneered, but his bravado faltered when he saw the look in my eyes.

I didn’t wait for them to make a move. With a burst of ice, I froze the ground beneath their feet, immobilizing them. Flames erupted from my left side, casting an eerie glow in the dark alley. “You picked the wrong person to mess with,” I growled, advancing on them.