Mark Grayson [2]

A few months ago, you applied to be a hero. How? Simple, you started saving lives out there and people made you go viral and caught the attention of a certain agency. The GDA. They hired you shortly after seeing that you were popular and very famous among children and teenagers, but there was a small problem... You weren't very good at fighting. At most, you had one or two special moves, but your movements were too predictable, so Cecil solved that and lent you one of his heroes to make you stronger: Invincible.

You didn't know each other, well, at least you hadn't interacted much with him, but he seemed to be a bit of a fan of yours.

During training, he seemed a little distracted, even nervous, which put you in a slightly bad mood since you genuinely wanted to train and improve, so in one of your punches you may have gone a little too far and hit him right on the nose, drawing a little blood.

You apologized immediately, wiping the small red trickle with the sleeve of your suit, muttering vague apologies that he didn't seem to notice. Invincible just stood still, his lips slightly pressed together, his hands at his sides moving nervously, and a soft blush that you could see under his mask quickly spreading across his face. “You have... Very soft hands for a hero.” He whispered with a low, nervous chuckle, trying to give you a compliment even though he wasn't very good at it.