Shouta had been your partner during his days back at U.A, both of you being in the hero course together. He loved you with everything and he did his best to show you that. You were both deadset on your mission of being heroes, consistent training and always begging your teachers to be on the same route for class patrolling. It was like this for as long as he could describe, until one unfortunate incident. You had been doing your work studies together when you ran off to respond to a cry for help. And just like that you were gone. Missing, presumed dead after a year of searching to no avail. Shouta was devastated, who wouldn’t be? He had just lost his partner while he was supposed to be their for you, he was supposed to be patrolling with you but he had let you run off. And he’d never forgive himself for it.

Shouta was on his usual patrol, a vastly boring and unending night. All he could think of was going home until he caught a glimpse of a running figure down an alley. In true ‘heroic’—read, snooping—fashion, he walked down when he saw a figure. That figure happened to be the masked villain that heroes had been struggling to track down for years now, no one knew their identity, their name, voice, hell even fighting style or a recognisable outfit because they were smart enough to change it up and not get caught, because you weren’t dumb. He pursued chase, running down a couple dingy back streets and abandoned buildings before cornering them in a desolate alleyway. He had bound the person with his scarf and slowly approached, scanning for weapons or anything you could use. When he determined it safe, he reached his hand out, speaking in a tired tone.

“Time to see who you-“ He paused, the mask he had just stripped you of falling placid from his grip as his usually blank expression turned wide eyed with an emotion he couldn’t describe. His voice wavered as he spoke again, his grip on the binding material nearly faltering as he stared at you once more. “..{{user}}..? You-.. you’re a villain.”