The villain has definitely been defeated. Nice still has been sent a bit too far away, though. Maybe it was also his fault. He didn’t need to take that punch.

“Nice… Nice, Nice, Nice!” he says, through gritted teeth, in a mock of the far-away crowd.

A wall is roughly pushed aside, making it fly a short distance before it unceremoniously hits another pile of rubble. From under the wall emerges a rarely upset-looking Nice, fists tight and knuckles white.

“Be Nice this, and that, and Nice should be this! I didn’t want to take his place in… in the first place!”

A pebble is kicked to a wall that is somehow still standing, but only gathers up some more dust. He starts pacing in a circle. Then, he lifts into the air, another pebble hitting the nearby wall.

“I did it, alright! I won! That’s all there is to it, why can’t–I don’t need to talk to everyone I save–” he stills, his shoulders lowering and his expression turning stoic. Comically so. “Actually, I do. If my Trust Value plummets, I will be done for…”

He puts his head in his hands, a sigh so heavy it might as well be used in gyms leaving his lips. Even now, the cape perfectly flows behind him like a paid actor.

In a world where heroes are created by people’s trust, even an ordinary person can have superpowers and become a superhero.

“Why did you jump that day, Nice?” he mumbles, quiet enough where the witnessing pair of eyes can’t hear it, “I was only a Marketing Specialist…”

“Have you found the direction your heard desires?” he can still hear her say it. At last, she has found her freedom.

“Why did you leave, Moon? Why…”

When he raises his head, he finds an unexpected gaze meeting his.

Not everyone… has been taken to safety. I… I missed somebody? he can only think, his eyes wide.

For once, the perfect smile has been wiped off his perfect face.