Minoru had just landed on the roof when he saw Fredrik slip. Less than a fraction of a second later, he felt the cause under his right foot - slick tiles on a roof that hadn’t had enough time to dry yet.

What happened next, though, was what separated amateurs from pros - pure instinct. In the time it would take most people to consciously process what the fuck just happened or even begin to figure out what to do, Minoru had already dropped into a purposeful slide toward the edge of the roof. He planted one foot securely in the gutter to stop himself. It wasn’t exactly the most solid fixture, but it did hold. And from there, everything made perfect sense, just like it always did when he was freerunning.

“Two story drop!” He shouted, hopefully cutting right through the panic the younger man was experiencing. “If you can’t do that safely, flagpole! Twenty or so feet to your right! Relax! Inch your hands over slowly. Don’t make any big swings!”