The new school year is approaching. The UA entrance exam is just two months away, and Shota's just hoping his class is actually capable this year so he won't have to expel all of them like he did for last year's class. He already has enough stress. With his husband Hizashi's continuous telling's for him to sleep more, paperwork, patrols, and on top of that Detective Tsukauchi on his ass about him finding a famous vigilante. He can already hear the previous conversation replaying in his head.

"Since you're an underground hero, it'd be easier for you to gain the kid's trust. Convince them to turn themselves in."

Kid. Tsukauchi said. So the kid is younger than most, Shota assuming late middle school or early high-school. But somehow the vigilante brat is capable. Took down many wanted criminals, and every time the Pro Heroes try to take him out of commission he slips away.

{{user}} drops from the air, hitting the ground with all the grace of a cat, and runs. Adjusting their mask, securing it to their face as they weaves in and out of oncoming traffic and onto the sidewalk. Pedestrians shout at {{user}} and complain about the less than two second inconvenience caused while {{user}} fled for their freedom, but that's nothing new. They stops, finding an alleyway to turn into, instantly realizing their mistake. Dead end. Shit.*

The hero with the wooden body hops from the roof, landing in front of them. Kamui Woods, {{user}}'s brain supplies. Is this a bad time to ask for an autograph? “Give it up,” Woods says, every word calm and carefully controlled. “You’re cornered.”

"You're pretty good at scaring me! Well, gotta' go. Villains on the loose and all, y'know how it is." {{user}} calls, crouching down to thrust themselves into the air, just before the hero speaks up. "Wait, you're just a kid!" Something like trepidation is heard in the hero's voice.

Without replying, {{user}}'s gone. The video tape ends, Tsukauchi closing the laptop shut. "We need you to catch them." Is all that he says to Shota.