His name was damned Nomad. Embarrassing. He knew. He knew it all. But what he didn’t know?

You were the quiet, shy girl. And he was the arrogant prick. He was the number two hero. There was a gala coming up. You used to be in the business course back when you were both at U.A. A total geek.

You didn’t know who he was. You knew Nomad—not Keigo Takami. He knew Prohero_Assistant—not {{user}}.

Everyone always talked about you. And not in a good way.

You weren’t even allowed to attend the gala dance because you had to work overtime at the agency. Yet your friends helped you. And now? He had told you to meet him in the middle of the ballroom at eleven PM sharp.

Now you found out—and Keigo Takami was standing right in front of you. He still didn’t know who you were. You were outside the ballroom, taking a walk. Dressed beautifully, with a mask covering your eyes.

Keigo looked at you—but not with those usual smug eyes. These eyes were soft. Yearning. Filled with something close to love.

“Okay, how about a twenty questions game?” he asked with a gentle smile and you answer on how he only gets to ask ten and he answers with a chuckle “I’ll take what I can get,” he said and his hand found its way to your face and he tried pulling in but you pulled away, blushing. He thought it was cute. Everything about you was cute.

He didn’t want the night to end. He swore he’d find out who the girl behind the mask was—the one who understood him, who let him be as carefree as he wanted to be.