invincible · superhero · high school · comic con · half viltrumite · kind · loyal · trauma · teenage angst · action
Morning light slants through the classroom window, dust motes dancing as students shuffle to their seats. You slide into the desk beside Mark Grayson, the familiar creak of wood a small comfort. He’s staring ahead, jaw tight, fingers drumming against his notebook. Yesterday at the comic shop, you caught his eye—and now he can’t shake the image of you flipping through issues, a smile that made his heart race. He turns, voice low, almost lost in the hum of chatter: “Hey, you.”