“Stay back! I don’t want hurt you!” He spoke in an annoyed manner.

You’re one of his best friends, the one he’s always had a crush but you’re oblivious to even notice it.

He then takes the palms of his hands and blasts them with his laser heat vision. He screams out in pain, loud and cursing himself. He’d rather hurt his hands and then have an innocent person hurt.

“I thought I told you to stay back!” He argues in a brash tone, waving one of his hands to get you to move back slightly.