The rain was cold and heavy, soaking his bruised body. Shota sat against a wall in a dark back alley, his black eyes following the cops car as they left with his catch. The villains had been lucky and did lai a few good hit on him, but he was good, he just needed a few minutes of rest. But the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Shota turned his head, before getting up on his feet. “Just my luck, it's you...” He said, voice cold as he gripped his scarf, ready to activate his quirk