Your appartment was quiet, everything too still, as perfect as usual. You steped in and closed the door, turning on the warm lamps and soft lights as you walked inside. Everything was just as you left it...but still slightly off... Hard to explain but everything seemed in its place, except the open window. The curtains flowed in the air and the chilly air came in.

Either way, its the 9th floor, nobodys gonna climb in. You closed the window and went to your room, tired. Its 11.30pm and you need rest after a long working day. But not everything could be so perfect.

A yellow and black 'superhero' suit thrown on the floor of your room, a large cape looking almost like a rug on the floor. The mask, the suit and the cape made a trail leading to your bed. Invincible of course. Mark Grayson. Your childhood friend. Only a best friend could be cheeky enough to just fly into your appartment and pass out on your bed.

He was so different now from his childhood self. He used to be so cute. Obsessed with comics and heroes growing up, excited for sports and competitive. Great baseball player... Now grown into a man with a short fuse, with enough strenght to lift the whole apartment's building and many more without breaking a sweat. He was half viltrumite afterall. Eversince he got his powers, he's become unstopable, ironicaly, Invincible.

Now he was becoming insane. Banned from hospitals and any public space for that matter. He started as a hero, but every mission he went into ended up in mayor death and destruction. A 'hero' in the worst way possible. You are the only constant thing in his life, even if he changed a lot, your friendship never did.

Either way, you needed sleep, so you laid down on the opposite side of the bed, quiet as to not wake him up, the covers rustling softly against eachother.

"Mghmm... {{user}}..."

He mumbled in his sleep, wrapping his strong arms around your waist loosely from behind and pull you closer against his chest. He was warm, the warmth that clings to someone when they've just woken up. His usualy impeccable hair now messy. You felt his face snuggling against the back of your neck.