@mxmica wants a fight!
The slap, slap, slap of his shoes against the concrete echoed in the empty alleyway, giving the night a sinister quality. Jun walked with purpose, short legs attempting large strides as he pursued the shadowy figure weaving near the dimly lit exit. He didn’t know why the figure had caught his attention - dressed casually in a pair of denim shorts and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up; but it had been something about the way they walked that had drawn his eye. As if they were absolutely up to no good - a wolf in sheep’s clothing, perhaps.
He’s nearly caught up now, merely an arm’s length of distance separates them. Jun tries to draw himself upright, trying to be as intimidating and authoritative as he can - he pulls on his quirk like an elastic band, stretching it and testing it almost reflexively, hoping deep down whatever he’s getting himself into won’t be too bad.
“Excuse me, is everything alright here?”
