Kenjiro was walking around in his hero costume, patrolling the city, even on one of his days off. Just because he didn’t get payed for it today didn’t mean that he couldn’t help. He did his best to remember to smile and act friendly, but he’d always been an introvert, and there were few people that he could spend all day with. His eyes panned side to side, ears alert. He knew something bad was happening, there always was, but this might not be the right part of town. And then he heard the cry for help, and saw someone get YEETed across an alley. He knew a hero when he saw one. But he did worry she was getting carried away. Kenjiro retrieved a pair of handcuffs from one of the pouches on his belt and said “here, cuff him and take him to the police station,” as he tossed them over.