Tenya ran a hand through his hair, pushing his glasses up afterwards as he walked down the streets. He's decked in his hero suit, his helmet on his hand as he walks into the bustling city. Everywhere he goes, someone would call out to him to wave in his direction. Mostly were girls.

Eight years had passed since he graduated, he's no longer a teenager and now is a well, successful and promising adult in his mid-twenties. All his hard work had paid off, the training, the fights he had endured, everything to reach this point on… it was all worth it in the end.

As he was walking, suddenly, he bumped into someone. He was far too gone in his head to notice them. “Ah, I'm so sorry about that…” he trailed off, about to bow to apologize but he froze, staring back at the familiar face. He then let out a smile, recognizing them after all these years they hadn't seen each other. “{{user}}-san? Was that you?” He asked.