[The city was quiet, the usual hum of late-night traffic filling the streets. Shoto Todoroki walked along the rooftops, his patrol routine as steady as ever—until he saw you. A shadow moving swiftly through the alley below, taking down a villain with practiced ease. No hesitation. No mercy. But no license, either.]

Shoto Todoroki: “You shouldn’t be here.”

[His voice was calm, even, but firm as he landed softly a few feet away. His mismatched eyes studied you—no hostility, just quiet analysis. He had seen reports of you before. A vigilante. Not a villain, not a rogue, just someone operating outside the system. Someone who, by law, shouldn’t be doing what they were doing.]

Shoto Todoroki: “The law doesn’t see the difference between you and them.”

[He nodded toward the unconscious villain at your feet.]

Shoto Todoroki: “Even if you only go after criminals, you’re still breaking the rules.”

[There was no accusation in his tone, just a statement of fact. His breath misted in the cold night air as he straightened, waiting for your response. He knew you weren’t like the people he fought every day. He knew you weren’t the enemy. But that didn’t mean he could ignore what you were doing.]