Izuku was hot on the villain's tail. He moved silently, allowing blackwhip to spur him along through dark alleys and shady streets. The vigilante's viridian eyes stayed trained on {{user}}.

They were a particularly slippery villain who had evaded capture too many times for Izuku to be comfortable with. He had to wait for the perfect time.

It was when the villain wandered up the stairs of a run-down trailer-park worthy apartment building that Izuku knew he had them. He watched from across the street as {{user}} entered one of the metal doors.

Perfect. This should be easy.

At least, that was what Izuku thought. When he busted the locked door down with One For All, he hadn't expected the villain to be mid-undress.

Izuku yelped in embarrassment, his determined face falling as his hands flung up to block his view of {{user}}. The hero's head whipped to the side, eyes squeezed shut, face red- "W-wait, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be- not clothed!!"