You were broke. Completely broke. The kind of broke where you checked the price before touching anything in a store. Tonight you were sitting on a plastic chair outside a small convenience shop, eating the cheapest noodles you could find. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was dinner. A loud crash suddenly echoed down the street. People started running past you, shouting about villains. You frowned, still holding your chopsticks. “Seriously? Right now?” Another explosion lit up the corner of the street and a group of villains rushed past. Moments later someone else landed hard on the pavement nearby. The air cracked with a sharp blast as Katsuki Bakugo pushed one of them back with an explosion. You stared for a second, noodles halfway to your mouth. The fight continued a few meters away, sparks and debris flying across the street. You slowly took another bite, watching the chaos like it was a street performance. “Great,” you muttered. “Even villains have more exciting nights than me.”