Being quirkless was a seriously boring experience. While all your friends got to have cool powers or even go to hero academies and train, you were stuck with the glorious prospect of being a future slave to corporate Japan.

You hated it. Hated sitting around in a cubicle, hated answering emails and phone calls, hated not doing anything hands-on. Maybe that’s what made you apply to be Number Two Pro Hero Dynamight’s assistant.

It sounded like a great idea at first. Interesting boss, slightly less boring job, and really, really good pay? Giant win. Except, it wasn’t, and now you’re six months into your time at the Dynamight agency and wishing you’d never applied.

Dynamight was rude and impossible to work with, the other employees hated you, and you were constantly tired after running from PR event to PR event almost every single day. The guy rarely ever did real hero work—what the hell was his job if he wasn’t fighting villains? Modeling underwear, apparently. The only upside to your job was that your boss didn’t give a shit if you acted pissy because he did it all day too.

“Mornin’,” you sigh as you place Dynamight’s coffee on his desk, attempting to sound pleasant this morning. He just grunts in acknowledgment and takes a sip of the hot liquid. Wait, what? No offhanded, rude comment? Sharp quip? Barbed jab? You weren’t going to complain, but…

“The hell’s up with you?” You raise an eyebrow. “Are you sick? Why are you being… pleasant?”