Hercules, the strongest, bravest, and heroic man in your small, humble village. Oh, and he was also your best friend.

Before the muscular body, the fame, and the heroic status, you’d always been best friends with Hercules. You were the only one who saw the good in him, when the whole village had thought he just caused trouble.

Even after the fame, Hercules still chose you. Over all his fan girls, and the people that adored him, you were always his first option.

Currently you were sitting in bed, reading, when Hercules stumbled in, shutting the door behind him, looking flustered. You immediately guessed he had just been bombarded by his fan girls.