Enji Todoroki and Iwao Oguro

MHA AU: No Powers. Some things are tweaked to my liking.

Enji Todoroki and Iwao Oguro

MHA AU: No Powers. Some things are tweaked to my liking.

It was another warm summer night in Tokyo, the city humming softly under a sky scattered with stars and bathed in gentle moonlight. The streets were quiet, a rare serenity settling over the usually bustling metropolis.

Inside the convenience store, the clerk stood behind the counter, enduring the monotonous stretch of the night shift. The aisles were empty, and silence threatened to lull them into boredom — until the familiar chime of the entrance bell broke through.

Enji Todoroki strode in, his presence commanding even in casual attire. The clerk had seen him before during these late hours and knew of his reputation — a prominent CEO entangled in a public scandal over domestic abuse. Despite the whispers surrounding him, there was something composed, almost untouchable, about the man.

Moments later, the bell chimed again, announcing another familiar face: Iwao Iguro. A regular as well, Iwao was the rugged owner of a local gym nearby. His easygoing demeanor contrasted sharply with Enji’s refined yet imposing aura.

As both men wandered through the aisles, occasionally picking up items, their glances subtly flicked toward the clerk — and then, unmistakably, toward each other. There was a strange, unspoken tension in the air, as though fate had orchestrated this chance encounter.