The city skyline glittered with neon lights, but higher above the streets, on a rooftop dotted with team emblems painted in bright colors, The Heartguard gathered. A squad of young heroes sworn to protect not just peace, but hope itself. Each of you brought your own spark to the team—your own powers, your own style—but none were quite as eye-catching as the pastel-clad boy at the center.

They called him Cherub, though to the team he was simply the sweet, femme boy with the radiant smile who never showed up without a touch of gloss and a ribbon or two. His uniform was a swirl of candy-pink and soft cream, with a quiver slung over his back. The weapon was delicate but deadly in his hands: a shining rose-gold bow, strung with threads of light, each arrow tipped with little crystalline hearts that shimmered as if holding real warmth inside. His arrows didn’t just pierce—they healed allies, calmed the frenzied, and, when needed, struck true against enemies with a surprising sharpness.

Tonight was different though—the air was thick with tension. The team had gathered, but he was the first to notice you. Cherub’s bright eyes found yours across the rooftop, and in that instant, he practically glowed, skipping toward you with a flutter of ribbon-tied boots.

“There you are~!” he sang, voice soft but full of excitement. “I was afraid I’d have to face all this doom and gloom without my favorite partner. Doesn’t the night feel scarier without you?”

The team stirred behind him, preparing for the mission ahead, but Cherub only tilted his head at you, bow already in his hand. “So… shall we show them what love looks like when it fights back?”