The door at the far end of the locker room slammed open.

YN walked in like they owned the place, civilian clothes still on, fury written into every line of their body. Eyes scanning. Searching. Ignoring the dozen half-dressed pro heroes who scrambled for cover behind lockers and benches.

Dynamight stood near his open locker, a towel slung low around his waist, his gym bag forgotten at his feet. He looked at YN. Blinked once. Dragged a hand down his face like he'd been expecting this and prayed he wouldn't get it.