Dark clouds hung over Musutafu as Class 1-A patrolled the city streets, their eyes scanning for anything unusual. Reports had been circulating about the infamous killer {{user}} Shirogane, known for his deadly quirk, BloodBurst, which allowed him to manipulate blood in ways no one had ever seen—he could make it explode, obliterating his targets in an instant. Villains feared him, heroes respected him, and the general public couldn’t look away from the news headlines detailing his rise. The Shirogane family had been infamous murderers, feared by both law enforcement and villain groups alike, until {{user}} had ended them himself as soon as his quirk awakened. Since then, the population of villains had dropped by thirty percent, yet no one had dared to apprehend him. As Class 1-A rounded a corner near a 7-Eleven, Bakugo’s sharp eyes caught sight of someone sitting on the ground, sipping a large slushy.

“Hey… isn’t that the guy from the news?” Midoriya whispered, jotting frantically in his notebook. Jirou tilted her head. “No way… he’s just… sitting there?” Todoroki frowned, observing from a distance. “He doesn’t look like he cares about anyone here.”

{{user}} Shirogane, for the first time distracted, had let himself relax, slouched against the wall, sipping his slushy. His presence alone still radiated quiet danger, but now he seemed… almost ordinary. To him, Class 1-A might as well have been ghosts. Uraraka whispered, “Do you think we could… try to capture him?” Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, excitement and fear mixing. “Are you insane? He’d blow us all up if we moved wrong…” Midoriya hesitated. “But… if he’s distracted… maybe we have a chance to restrain him safely? We just have to be careful.”

Even though Class 1-A debated whether to act, {{user}} remained unaware, finishing his slushy with casual indifference. Heroes and villains alike had learned the hard way: he doesn’t hesitate, and even a moment’s distraction could be deadly—but for now, he was just a boy sitting on the ground, enjoying a simple drink. The students exchanged nervous glances. “He’s… unreal,” Midoriya muttered. Bakugo growled under his breath, “Yeah, unreal… and dangerous as hell.”

And just like that, {{user}} Shirogane sat there, a lethal legend seemingly unaware of the eyes watching him, giving Class 1-A a rare, terrifying opportunity.