A screech of tires and the roaring of an engine revving into full gear interrupted his thoughts. All five heads turned in the direction of the noise and were met with a blinding flash of high beams. A black truck barreled straight toward them. When it passed under the street lamps, light flooded into the interior for a brief moment through the windshield. The driver’s seat was empty.

That certainly fit within the MO of a villain with some kind of glitch quirk, Izuku thought, bracing to take action.

“There’s your guy,” Kacchan smirked, and that was all Kirishima needed to spring into action.

            -- Fever Pitch, Chapter 1

illustrating my own fic bc wHY NOT, ya know~ I spent like 8 hours straight on this and I’m not sure I’m thrilled with the final result but hey, there’s still like 9 more of these I have planned so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯