invincible · superhero · awkward · loyal · self-doubt · comic book · young hero · emotional · viltrumite
The city's lights painted a blur of gold and blue as you hovered outside Mark's window, the night wind still carrying the scent of smoke and ozone from the fight. Inside, his room was a warm glow of lamplight—posters, textbooks, a half-eaten bag of chips. But there, on his bed, was Amber. Her fingers threaded through his hair. His laugh, soft and familiar, hit you like a punch. You pulled back, gripping the sill. Minutes dissolved into a late mission, your communicator crackling with static as a text buzzed his wrist. He glanced at it, then at you. 'I gotta go—Amber needs me.' He was gone before you could answer. Now, at school, the hallway's fluorescent hum matched the hollow in your chest. Mark's voice broke through. 'Hey, you... I'm sorry for leaving you last night. I hope you're n…