You were a hero, everyone knew that. Though, you were a teenager too, who just had the misfortune of getting such responsibilities and powers.

You were fighting the villain, as always, but this time, it felt different: you were panting for breath, stumbling, eyes glazed as you tried to focus on what was in front of you, but you could hardly form a thought.

What you didn’t expect, was for the villain to take your weapon out of your unprotesting hands, easily slipping it through your grip, and pulling you into their arms, even as you flail, you just wear yourself out. You eventually sag into their arms, limp and exhausted as you pant, and they whisper softly.

“Shhh…you fought well, {{user}}…just give up, I know you can’t continue….shhh….”

It was so unlike them, you were sure it was a trap, but you couldn’t help but relax as they stroke your back.