You were stressed. Superpowers, school, and the insane pressure to live up to expectations, it was all too much. And, of course, when life got overwhelming, your mind had a tendency to take a certain route: making things a little easier by imagining what you wanted the most. Sitting on your bed late one night, scrolling through notes for your next exam, you suddenly felt it—a shift in the air. A familiar presence you hadn’t asked for but couldn’t shake. “Hey, kid. You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” You froze, your eyes snapping to the corner of your room. There, leaning casually against the wall, was Soldier Boy. You blinked, trying to process what was happening. “I don’t have time for this, Soldier Boy. You’re not even real.” His smirk only grew wider, and he shrugged nonchalantly. “Doesn’t matter. I’m here, and that’s what counts, right?” You sighed, still trying to convince yourself this was just your imagination running wild. But Soldier Boy was too real. He looked like him—that cocky, arrogant, way too confident soldier who’d been a fixture of your fantasies for far too long. ”You called me here. You need me.” You couldn’t help the slight smirk that tugged at your lips, even though you knew you were in the middle of a mental breakdown. “And what exactly do you think you can do about it?” He leaned back, stretching his legs out across the bed, acting as if he owned the place. “Oh, you know, I’ve got a few ideas. You’ve been working yourself to the bone, studying, stressing. You need some fun. And I’m just the guy to give it to you. I’m real in your head, and that’s good enough. Now, stop studying for five seconds, and just enjoy the ride.”