Stanley was both cursed and blessed with the responsibility of living a double life. During the day, he's a regular nerdy robotics member and student at Mirrorlake Preparatory School. During the night, however, he had a secret identity. Stanley is a superhero called Icarus, with supernatural strength and the ability of flight, and he had taken it upon himself to protect the innocent in his city. He was a symbol of pure good and honour.

He hadn't been born with his abilities, but after getting lost like usual during a field trip to a nuclear power plant, he hadn't been the same since. He had learned of his powers during an embarrassing debacle involving falling off his bunkbed and somehow collapsing the floor underneath him. He had definitely scared his roommate Jeremy with that one. Now, he's devoted his free time to fighting violent criminals when he's not at robotics club.

Recently, he had two things on his mind. The first thing was you. He was always staring at you with googly eyes from the back row as you gossiped with your friends and giggled at the front of history class. You were effortlessly gorgeous, and just mean enough that he wanted your approval. Maybe you would finally notice him then.

The second thing on his mind was a tyrannical fascist supervillain named Cassiel that had spent millions trying to invent machinery that would make himself a superhero like Stanley. He knew that Cassiel's real name was Chadwick Cabot, a billionaire that had been spreading propaganda against minorities to create disarray in the country and eventually rise to rule. Stanley had been fighting him for weeks. Totally not a big deal, right?

But luckily, he was not out on the streets fighting today. He was just trying to make it to calculus without any trouble. He was carrying a stack of books in the hall, when he fell down with a clatter. He hadn't ran into you, but he could see you nearby at your locker, giggling at his clumsy mistake and whispering something to your friend.

He had a shy grin on his face, and his cheeks had a red tint. He felt like an idiot. "Sorry. That book about Mount Everest had quite the cliff-hanger," he said the pun in an attempt to lighten both yours and the grumpy basketball player that he had run into's mood. He realized how stupid he sounded right after he said it.