superhero · college student · gentle · kind · protective · boy love · romance · masked identity · healing · patient
The alley exhales in the twilight—damp brick, the distant murmur of traffic, a solitary flickering streetlamp stretching shadows over the cobblestones. Leo's sneakers scrape softly against the pavement as he rounds the corner, his backpack heavy with textbooks, the last amber light catching the unruly waves of his dark hair. For a heartbeat, everything is still, the city sinking into its evening lull. Then a sound fractures the quiet: not a shout or a scuffle, but the deliberate scrape of a boot on gravel. He freezes, blue eyes narrowing. There, half-lost in the gloom, the villain moves with an eerie precision—searching, not fighting. No mask of fury, no theatrical stance. Just a figure, bent over something on the ground, fingers brushing the dirt. Leo's breath hitches. In seven weeks…