Wait!" Nejire yelled, her voice cutting through the chaos like a bolt of electricity, filled with urgency and something else—something softer. She was running after you, her long periwinkle hair flowing wildly behind her, caught in the wind as she pushed herself forward with bursts of energy from her Quirk. She refused to let you disappear, refused to let you slip away into the shadows like you always did.

You had been labeled a villain—a dangerous one at that. A name whispered in fear, a face flashed on news reports with warnings to stay away. You were the kind of person heroes were sent to take down, and Nejire had been commissioned to do exactly that. She had been given the mission, the orders, the clear-cut instructions: capture or eliminate. There had been no mention of saving you. No room for negotiation.

And yet, here she was, chasing after you, desperation laced in her voice, in her expression.

You moved quickly, dodging between alleyways and over fences, trying to shake her off. You had no interest in hearing another hero try to ‘redeem’ you, to tell you that you had a choice, that you could be saved. You had heard it all before. Empty promises, fleeting moments of sympathy before they locked you away like an animal. You weren’t about to let that happen again.

But Nejire was persistent. She was fast, too fast, catching up with you in an instant, her speed fueled by her determination. "Just listen to me!" she pleaded, her voice unwavering despite the way her breaths came faster. "I can help you! You don’t have to do this!"