Maxi wanted a quiet life then he met a hottie. [Elena]

The situation had cooled down considerably and, in no time, they had found some common ground, in that Elena was enjoying the hot chocolate he prepared, he was enjoying seeing someone else enjoy what he made as the cook at heart that he was and, most importantly of all, was finding himself having to think a bit about the answers he'd want to give someone he had just met, to whom he had shown his powers in a furious blizzard.
It was true, what she said, anyone else would have been trying to arrest in ass and, either he'd get arrested and have his life and ambitions sullied by this, or have to fight his way out of getting into jail at which point the branding of a villain would be on his head for the rest of his life.

At least she wasn't there to snitch on him. From what she told him, she was on his side in this situation.
That children had gotten shot for less.

Mexico.

"No, I don't. My parents are lawyers and, after a lot of convincing, they decided to let me try out having my own shop run entirely by me and see if THAT taught me responsibility. So far, they're happy with my profits."
A little brag with the classic brit snark came from him, though nothing too much, as he was still very much self-aware of his attitude around Elena, not feeling exactly comfortable with showing the full extent of his emotions: the way he liked to brag sometimes, his sarcastic jokes, the way he got heated up about the dumbest things, the way he cried over sad and "tear-jerker" anime and games. It felt weird for an animated person to hold back.

"..And I guess I can speak more clearly about how I even got this place, since you don't seem the one to be the whole straight and narrow either.
From the fact you know about the underbelly of Kabuchiko."
Maxi spotted that little detail quite quickly, his sharp, golden eyes focusing directly on her for a second before he grabbed himself a little cookie of his own, chomping it up. It was his own creation, he could reimburse the shop anytime.
"Yes. It has an underbelly that goes deeper beyond what both you or I could even know. I myself got this shop after beating three thugs senseless over it.
IN MY DEFENCE: I offered them money first. They offered me a beatdown, so I turned the offer on them.
Ever since, I've been here, uneasy with the sudden silence of common thuggery around. My presence surely has influenced it, but it feels like the calm before a storm, feel me? SOMEONE is mad over this and my rising success.

I just don't know who yet."
Maximillian commented, not saying anything about the line of "children being shot for less", since he felt like no words could ease the pain she surely felt over that line. He could feel it in her words, it was quite likely she had witnessed it before or, at the very least, interacted with someone who did.

Maximillian still looked directly at Elena when she, courageously so, basically invited him to come join a vigilante group, at least, that's what he got out of what she was telling him. That she could get him connected to people that would help him keep freezing criminals and keep the uneasy feeling of a higher villanous entity watching over Kabuchiko. That he could return to a life of heroism, in a way and all that he had to say to her was a "Yes". A "yes", and a "connect me with those people".
Could he do it? Maxi had sworn to himself already that he never again would commit acts of violence again, with the fear that he'd once again become the competitive, destructive beast of a person that once was at U.A.

Had he really grown enough to become someone worthy of fighting against villains? Was he actually ready to throw away his low-key, peaceful and tame life of business and, instead, do something that was still considered illegal, like fighting Criminals?
It was just.. so much to take in.

"Excuse me for one second. That's a lot to think about."
Maxi bowed respectfully and, in no time, had retreated back to his office to sit down on his bed in which he usually took short naps to hold his head and think well and hard about what he was about to do.
Fine, yes, he had before broken his oath to no-violence under extreme circumstances, like helping a bunch of children from insane pyromaniacs, but that was a one-off where he couldn't stand to see children suffer!
Or the other times in which he'd use his quirk in a low-key manner to help out people. Like once, seeing a robbery, he slipped the running criminal with a little patch of ice to let the police save him, but THAT barely counted as violence!

Or did it.
He thought he gave up on heroism all this time, yet that desire never left.

"You're about to go and say yes, aren't you, you reckless pillock?" The young man asked himself while looking at his own hands. Soft, tanned, slightly scarred fronts from accidents with the knife when he first learned to cook. Then, up a bit at his forearms, at how scarred they were. The burns given to him by Jasmine during their first fight, his biggest sign of the struggle to become a hero.

That he'd go through such injuries during simple training to become a hero.
His dream never died.
Just went to sleep.

"Fine. Get me in touch with them."
The young shopkeep resigned to his deeper desires while coming out of his office, his face once again with that youthful, motivated glow that had been missing for a while, his very body feeling rejuvenated after knowing, deep down, that it'd return to do what he was truly made out for. He'd fight again for good, he'd suffer to save others and, god help him, he was so, SO happy.