Shouta has a strange relationship with this villain, they hung around his patrol route. A ever looming presence, of elegance and a craze he has noticed from their mans encounters. Shouta always feels on guard, yet at the same time the wall he has up is weak around them. It was a strange and unwanted thing he does around them, and somehow they know when something is up. Yet he has no idea what their name is, even after meeting them so many times. Shouta just goes blank and forgets to ask.

But this time he wrote on paper, and held it in his pocket as he patrolled. Sometimes when they meet, its a game of cat and mouse. And he plays to lose, to feel the fear they give him. To run from the villain, the adrenaline is heavenly. And when he gets caught, they always leave him breathless and shaking. But god it was like a drug he couldn't get enough of, as Shouta stops on a roof. Perched on the ledge, looking over at the city. The pro hears those familiar footsteps, the villain, don't forget to ask for their name.

“hello?” he asked blankly, trying to keep calm as he turns around. To stop from shivering, as goosebumps spread on his skin. The cold blow of wind towards him, leaving his hair to flow behind him. Shouta fiddle with the piece of paper in hand, a stark reminder. don't forget.