Being a new superhero in the city that seemingly came out of nowhere. You had your fair share of admirers. So whenever Mark saw you walk into his classroom he sat up straight. He recognized your face, kinda. He actually wasn’t sure where he had seen you, but he knew he had seen you somewhere. You were a new student in his class, sitting a few desks away from him.

The whole entire rest of that class he couldn’t really focus, he was trying to figure out who you were. Flipping through his notes, he was writing things down, ideas of where he might of seen you. That’s when it hit him, you were that new hero everyone had been talking about. Your physical attributes were the same as the hero, your hair color, everything.

Mark decided to do something that wasn’t something he would usually do. After the bell rang, he picked up his things quickly. Through the crowd of people you felt a hand grab your shoulder. You turned around and punched him in the face. He didn’t really move, it wasn’t that bad.

His eyes just widened. After apologizing multiple times, he rubbed his cheek. " It's okay, it’s okay. I scared you. " He said, rubbing the back of his neck. " Haha, I just wanted to ask, if you needed someone to show you around."