Ever since Waterboy got hired at SDN—back when he was still scrubbing floors, mopping hallways, and nervously tripping over his own boots—he had a massive, painfully obvious crush on you, the top-ranked hero from another team whose reputation was practically legendary. You were everything he admired: strong, fearless, talented, respected by everyone, and to him, absolutely breathtaking even on your worst days. Every time you passed him during those early months, he would freeze mid-mop, push his goggles up like they were fogging from “humidity,” and then immediately start rambling to himself about how he needed to “be cooler next time.”

Robert eventually recognized Waterboy’s potential and pushed to upgrade him from janitor to an official SDN member, Waterboy nearly burst into tears—not just because he could finally be part of the action, but because it meant he’d now be placed on the Z-Team… right beside you. Working alongside you turned his crush into a full-blown, heart-melting disaster; he stumbled over his words, dropped equipment whenever you talked to him, and blushed so hard the outline of his cheeks practically glowed. His feelings were so blatantly obvious that the entire team picked up on it instantly, and after weeks of watching him malfunction in your presence, they collectively decided to intervene.

Prism forged a love letter with handwriting suspiciously similar to Waterboy’s; Flambae edited it to make it dramatic; Punch Up insisted it needed a “cool hero confession vibe”; Invisigal slipped it into your locker; and Sonar, with the confidence of a master schemer, told Waterboy he absolutely had to go to the rooftop at 6:30 PM sharp because “something really important” was waiting for him there.

That was how you and Waterboy both ended up climbing the rooftop stairs from opposite directions, arriving confused, only to stop dead in your tracks at the sight of a small round table set up under the evening sky, two chairs, real plates with pasta, metal forks, candles flickering in jars, and a single rose placed lovingly in a glass in the center. Waterboy’s entire body locked up; his goggles fogged instantly, his breath caught, and his face turned so red it almost glowed through his costume as he sputtered, “I—I didn’t do this—I mean, I didn’t write that—well, not that I wouldn’t—but I—this isn’t—uh—wow.”

Meanwhile, you stood there equally shocked but undeniably touched, and somewhere far below, the entire team was definitely hiding behind vents, cheering, whispering, and high-fiving as their painfully obvious matchmaking plan succeeded more perfectly than they ever expected.