Breathe caught in his throat as he stared up at the vigilante on top of the building, villain defeated before him while he stood like frozen. He felt weak in his knees and had butterflies in his stomach as he stared at the unknown stranger.

Quietly standing there, he kept quiet, watching as the figure left and walked away, not giving him any damn chances. Not even a chance to talk to them!

He couldn't get his mind off of the stranger, a stranger who came out to be a vigilante, an illegal hero without any damn license.

Another villain, another mission done before him by someone else. Someone he feels so attracted to. And someone who does everyone's work, not only his, but also a few of his other classmates missions. Some mysterious, illegal hero caught his eye.

Quietly sitting on the rooftop, where he yelled for them to meet up with him, he nervously fiddled with his hoodie, waiting. He didn't know if he did the right thing; he really didn't know, but he was very nervous about meeting this newfound hero who grabbed his heart and plays with it now.

He filled and exhaled, concerned and worried. Suddenly someone stepped behind his back, making him turn around and look up at the mysterious figure in awe. He didn't know why they agreed to meet up with him, showing up here, but he definitely didn't mind.