After her last appointment, Nanami made her way back home, trying her best not to replay her feeble attempt at playing hero in her head. "Why the hell did I do that? A real hero would have seen it and helped him… Eventually" she said aloud talking to herself on the drive home. After how serious things got today, putting on music just didn't seem right. "Besides, he looked like he had a quirk that could've helped him" But he also looked afraid her own thoughts cutting her off. No matter how reckless it was to use her quirk in front of someone else—much less a stranger—Nanami knew deep down it was the right thing to do. Whatever consequences came with it, she'd be able to accept them if it meant saving a life. How noble~… and also really, really reckless. Shaking off the last sting of self-chastisement, she reminded herself that tonight was for relaxing. Whether or not some pointy haired guy blabs about one of my biggest secrets, the relaxation train is still going to pull into the station, right on schedule.

Cruising up to her apartment complex, she gazed longingly at her place, her sanctuary. There was a bath bomb and a glass of wine with her name on it. After a long soak and a glass or two, she slid into bed trying her best to forget about anything that might kill the very carefully cultivated vibes.

The next day Nanami awoke refreshed, her skin glowing from all the pampering and soaking the night before. She had grand plans of being productive and running some light errands, but she was damned if she wasn't going to look good while doing it. She'd usually dress as comfortably as possible for simple errands, but she was feeling cute and self-indulgent, so why not dress the part? After having to cover up so many cute outfits with my white coat, I deserve it. She thought, resolutely.

After rummaging through the closet for a bit, she found the look: a soft baby blue dress with a sweetheart neckline and subtle ruffles at the hem and sleeves. She grabbed her small white bag and sneakers then did a quick sashay in the mirror for good measure. It was wild to think she looked this cute and carefree, even after the panic caused by yesterday's little incide—nope. No. We're not thinking about that, today is going to be fun, damnit. she convinced herself.

With that settled, she headed out the door and walked to her favorite neighborhood tea shop for a quick drink. The weather was somehow better than it was yesterday, and the perfect breeze wicked just the right amount of heat off her sun-kissed skin… but something just didn't feel right. It felt as though someone was watching her. No, that can't be right. I'm just still shaken up from yesterday. Stop being so paranoid and just enjoy the day. Fun and Carefree, remember?

Brushing off it off, she went about her day, but the feeling of eyes on her never seemed to go away. At the post office, it felt like someone was just in the background, sneaking around in her blind spot. In the grocery store, it felt as if someone was just on the other aisle, peering through the boxes. And on the platform for the train, she was convinced someone was going to emerge from the crowd and make a B-line towards her –she had had enough. Maybe I just need to take a moment and sit down to relax. If someone is tailing me, I'll at least get a chance to spot them if I stay in one place, she concluded.

With that decided, it was high-time for a coffee break and a much-needed pick-me-up. Considering she barely got to sip her order from yesterday before it was unceremoniously spilled while saving that stranger, she decided to give the cafe Dr. Tanaka recommended another go. She ordered her drink and treat, choosing a table by the window. She decompressed, relishing in the moment, as she found herself sitting alone in a cute, little coffee shop, cracking open a book while she waited for her order. After a couple minutes she could feel someone approaching. Assuming it to be the barista, she didn't look up until they were close, too close.

Her order was slid in front of her, and it's wrong, but it's also the exact same order she spilt yesterday. She lifted her gaze in confusion and-Oh no.

It was him, the same stranger from yesterday. Damnit. What's he doing here?

Before she got the chance to ask, he began, "Hello, miss."

She panicked and defaulted to the ol' play dumb routine, "Hello sir, do I know you?" she asked innocently.

His expression didn't waver and she could tell he wasn't buying it, but he continued anyway, "Of course, you do." He smiled knowingly, "Remember? A rather large steel beam was about to crush me yesterday but you swooped in and turned it int—"

"Sh. Sh. Sh. Please. Stop talking," she raised her hands pleadingly as she took a cautious look around, hoping no one was eavesdropping on the exchange.

His smile faded, but his face remained soft, "I wanted to thank you for your…impressive reflexes yesterday. You saved me."

"Look, I understand if you might want to thank me, but it's really not necessary. I'm not a hero by any means, so I'd just like to put this behind us, okay?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he replied resolutely. "Could you please come with me for a moment? I have someone who would like to speak with you about what happened yesterday."

"Well, I definitely don't want to speak with them. And what do you mean you can't?" exasperated, she continued "If you really want to thank me, you'll leave this alone and refrain from creepily asking me to go anywhere with a total stranger."

He was slowly becoming irritated now, and she wondered why he was so determined to continue this interaction. "It is because I am grateful that I am only 'creepily asking'."

"'Only'? Is that a threat?" She asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"It doesn't have to be," he replied matter-of-factly. The nerve of this guy.

"Yeah. Hell no. I'm not going anywhere with you, and this conversation is over," Nanami began packing up her things in a huff, preparing to storm out." Follow me and you'll regret it," she threatened, though it was half-empty. She didn't have much in the way of combat skills, but there was no need to let him know that.

As she got up to leave, he firmly grabbed hold of her wrist. Before she could protest, she was caught off-guard by the sincere look of concern in his eye as he pled with her:

"Please."

Is he…worried?

She ignored the thought and snatched her wrist back, "Like I said, don't follow me."

She made a swift, stormy exit praying he didn't decide to call her bluff and pursue the interaction any further. What the hell was his deal? This is really not my day... Her stomach grumbled and she lamented the lost treats for the second time this week. She got so lost in thought that she strolled right past the blacked-out car parked in front of the café. Before she knew it, the door flew open and she was pulled in, bumping her head as the door slammed behind her.

"What the hell?" she asked to no one in particular, trying to get her bearings.

Her eyes began to focus on what looked like.. a beak? No, a plague mask, then piercing yellow eyes—wonderful eyelashes though. The man sitting before her seemed to be studying her quite intently before he spoke.

"Who are you?" He asks with equal measures of malice and curiosity.

"Who am I? You abducted me! Who the fuck are you ?" She returned the question incredulously. There were way too many men who were way too comfortable manhandling her today, and it was starting to piss her off.

He didn't seem to appreciate her response as his eyes hardened further and his eyebrow twitched as though he was barely containing a fit of rage. He leaned forward, now tugging upward at the hem of his glove, "I won't ask again. Who are you?"

Taking full stock of her situation, she realized three things: One, she'd just been kidnapped (though the car hadn't moved yet). Two, she was on the floor of said car, and seemingly at the mercy of her kidnapper who by now she guessed was going to use his quirk on her if she didn't answer his questions. And three, she was mad as hell and not going down without a fight. Knowing this, her mouth moved before her brain could intervene:

"Fuck. You." she replied, her words full of venom, "I don't have to answer to some—" before she could finish her sentence, he swiftly removed his gloves and grabbed her by both arms roughly. She prepared for the worst as all the muscles in her body tensed, bracing for impact and she felt…nothing. I don't feel a thing.

Judging by the look on his face, she could tell he was focused and obviously trying to do something, but nothing was happening. A look of genuine confusion settled on what she could see of his face and she could tell that whatever he meant to do hadn't worked out. At all. Taking it as her only chance for escape, she raised herself up and towards him, now in between his legs on the backseat of the car. Running on pure adrenaline, she deftly slid her hands under his jacket and placed them on his waist. He's much more muscular than I thought the thought came and she immediately rolled her eyes at herself. Gross. Stay focused, she chastised herself. She easily found the spot she was looking for and used a technique she had honed as a young girl upon first discovering her quirk. If anything could get her out of this situation and out of his grasp, it was this.

She took a deep breath and focused: Reverb. His eyes shot wide open for a moment and she knew it had worked. Now to wait for the…

"AHAHAHAHHAHAAAHAHAHA" He began to cry out, laughing uncontrollably.

There it is. She thought triumphantly. She gave it a cool name like "Reverb", but it was really quite a simple and relatively harmless "attack". Right now, the nerve fibers around his abdominals were rapidly being broken down and rebuilt, causing them to fire and contract in waves. In laymen terms: her bird-mouthed abductor was now experiencing the most thorough tickling known to man.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" He managed to yell out between fits of laughter.

The driver began rolling down the partition, confusion evident in his voice,

"Overhaul? What's happening back there?"

Knowing she only had another 30 seconds or so until the effects wore off, she slipped away. After frantically disassembling the locked car door and reassembling it into a solid block of metal and plastic, she bolted down the street and out of sight. She was tempted to look back, but upon hearing the cackling mixed with "I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS" she found the resolve to stay focused and keep going for the next couple blocks.

She made it back to her apartment and slammed the door behind her, slumping to the floor.

What in the hot hell just happened back there? She thought frantically, realizing the adrenaline was wearing off and she would soon have to face the reality of the situation: She was almost kidnapped.

Not only that, but she was almost positive it was because of the guy she saved yesterday.

Why was he trespassing like that on a construction site anyway? Who or what is "Overhaul"? What was he trying to do to me back there?

Her mind was racing a mile a minute, but she knew she needed to calm down and get it together. After a couple, solid "woosahs", she formulated a plan: Call the cops and report this immediately like a normal, law-abiding citizen.

Except now I'm not law-abiding anymore after "illegally performing an act of heroism". What if it all gets traced back to me? They'll discover my quirk and… No. I can't risk them knowing…

She knew she couldn't report it, but at the very least she could phone a friend. She needed to get this off of her chest and alert them. If she weren't lucky enough to escape the next time, at least they'd know where to start looking. She let out a long sigh and reached for her bag but came up empty.

Shit. I left it in that psycho's car.