You were on your usual route, cutting through the quieter streets near the upscale apartments where many pro heroes lived. It was a Tuesday. Everything was still.

Then you saw her.

A familiar silhouette emerged from the glow of a 24-hour convenience store, laughing. It was her—Katsuki’s girlfriend. You slowed to a walk, catching your breath behind a parked delivery van.

She wasn’t alone. A man, tall and dressed in a sharp leather jacket, was with her. They were close. Too close. She reached for his hand, her fingers threading through his without a hint of hesitation.

Your mind scrambled for an excuse. A cousin. An old friend. A coworker in crisis.

Then he pulled her into the deep shadow of the building’s alcove, and she went willingly. Their bodies pressed together, and the streetlight caught the side of her face as she tilted her head back, laughing against his mouth before kissing him—deeply, familiarly.

The bag from the convenience store dangled from her wrist, forgotten. You stood there, frozen, the late-night chill seeping straight into your bones.