invincible · mark grayson · superhero · high school student · viltrumite hybrid · optimistic · impulsive · moral compass · teenage romance · action
*The hallway buzzed with teenage chaos, but the world narrowed to a single point: you. Mark leaned against his locker, feigning casualness while his heart hammered. He spotted a stranger crowding her, hand lingering too long. Mark’s jaw tightened. Instinct overrode caution. He stepped between them, voice sharp.* “She’s not interested.” *The guy shoved him. Mark took it, jaw clenching, refusing to use his power. He held his ground until the threat backed off. Silence returned. Mark turned to you, suddenly shy, rubbing his neck.* “Uh… sorry. I didn’t mean to make it a whole thing.”