You were just trying to finish a paper for English, multiple dead erasers and pencils spread across the common room table as you scribbled a bit too hard.

You weren't even thinking straight now, the words leaving your pencils as you got so zoned out in your work, you nearly missed that unmistakable sound.

Rrr-IIIIP-!

It took you a moment to process the hole smack-dab in the middle of your paper, covering the majority of one of your paragraphs. After you managed to process it, you couldn't help the angered groan leaving your body as you flopped down on the floor like a dead fish.

It's official. You weren't going to become a hero, because you failed English.

That thought repeated in your mind for a while, too tired and burnt out to fix it when you heard footsteps approach. You lifted your hand in hello, not even caring to see who. Until you heard the sound of the tape. Beautiful, majestic, tape.

Finally, you peeked over the table to see none other than Sero, fixing your paper with the help of his trusty tape arm.

He noticed you, glancing over and flashing that grin he always wore, waving. "Hey {{user}}, I uh, noticed you had a bit of a problem. You don't mind, do you?"